Loyalists song все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Said a father to his son
"Oh my boy the time has come"
Your country it is calling unto thee
For those rebels once again
To unite us is their aim
And together we must stand to keep her free

Chorus:

In dungeon deep I know what fate awaits me,
Tied hand and foot, the foe have bound me fast,
And in my haste, I pray that God above me,
Will grant me this wish I know will be my last.

Don't bury me in Eireann's Fenian valleys,
Just take me home, in Ulster let me rest,
And on my gravestone carve this simple message:

Sure l'm an Ulster Orangeman, from Erin's isle I came,
To see my British brethren all of honour and of fame,
And to tell them of my forefathers who fought in days of yore,
That I might have the right to wear, the sash my father wore!

It is old but it is beautiful, and its colours they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore

I'm a young Ulster Soldier from north of the border,

I'm one of the U.D.R Four,

They charged me with murder just me and no other,

Now I am a lifer called Neil Latimer.