Ulster, to The Rescue! |
The doubling drum is sounding All o'er the loyal North, And faithful hearts are bounding, As its summons bids them forth; And our fathers flag is flying Aloft in blazoned pride And fearless men are hieing To rank them by its side.
2. And Down's green vales are ringing
3. And stern Locch Erne is bounding | 4. And the "Diamond" bright is blazing Mid champions of the truth And the gathering cry is raising The scatterers of Truagh; And loud--hurrah! And louder! O'er plain and inland wave, Rings forth a summons prouder Than ever monarch gave.
5. The motto of our glory!
6. And now, God bless the yeomen |
7. From statesmen, treason veiling, 'Neath false and hollow smiles; From hearts in honor failing, Or won by Jesuit wiles; From fear when danger gathers Or rebels venture forth; Oh! Helper of our fathers! Guard thou the loyal North! |