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The Fields of Ulster

Oh Father, Dear Father, why are all the fields so green?

Oh no my son! oh no my son it's not the way it seems!

In our dear land from end to end, Though it sometimes seldom shows,

In every field of Ulster soil, the Orange Lily grows.

The fields of Ulster, The fields of Ulster,

The good lord ploughs and sows,

The fields of Ulster, The fields of Ulster,

Where the Orange Lily grows.

That sacred flower in darkest hour's, the emblem of our faith,

T'was borne across the centuries by Ulster soldiers brave,

It's petals spreading far and wide until the whole world knows,

In every field of Ulster soil the Orange Lily grows.

The fields of Ulster, The fields of Ulster,

The good lord ploughs and sows,

The fields of Ulster, The fields of Ulster,

Where the Orange Lily grows.

Oh Father, Dear Father take heart and be of cheer,

I'm off to join that gallant band the Ulster Volunteers,

For as long as Derry's walls still stand and the River Boyne still flows,

In every fied of Ulster soil the Orange Lily grows.

The fields of Ulster, The fields of Ulster,

The good lord ploughs and sows,

The fields of Ulster, The fields of Ulster,

Where the Orange Lily grows,

Where the Orange Lily grows