British Flag

The Flag raised here in 1912, once freedoms gallant spell,
To mark the glorious day, that Ulster loved so well,
This deathless flag a sacred trust, was bequeathes from side to sun,
It shined the light to guide the right, when honour must be won.

Our British flag our hopes our lives, was bequeathes from side to sun,
Shall proudly wait to lead the brave, When glory must be won.

Take your time the rebel cries, its days are long gone by,
Their ghost of Carson sighs, its memory never dies.

Our British flag our hopes our lives, was bequeathes from side to sun,
Shall proudly wait to lead the brave, When glory must be won.

And when the mortal emblem rears, on home or hallowed hall,
One million hearts if danger nears, shall answer to the call.

Our British flag our hopes our lives, was bequeathes from side to sun,
Shall proudly wait to lead the brave, When glory must be won.