| In dungeon deep, I know what fate awaits me.
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| Tied hand and foot, the foe has bound me fast.
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| But in my pain, I pray the God above me
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| Will grant this wish I know will be my last.
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| Don’t bury me in Erin’s fenian valleys,
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| Oh take me home to Ulster, let me rest.
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| And on my gravestone, carve this simple message,
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| Here lies a Soldier of The UVF.
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| Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
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| Who fought and died for all he loved the best.
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| Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
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| Here lies a Soldier of The UVF.
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| So gently drape the Red Hand round my shoulder,
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| Pin no heroes medals on my breast,
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| And if they ask, then will you kindly tell them,
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| Here lies a Soldier of The UVF. |