The Fields of Ulster
Oh father dear father
Why are all the fields so green
Oh no my son
Oh no my son
Its not the way it seems
In our dear land from end to end
But 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 hours
The emblem in our faith
Was worn across the centuries
By Ulster soldiers brave
Its petals spreading far and wide
Until the 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 achieved
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 field of Ulster soil
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
Where the orange lily grows
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