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's soil,

The orange lily grows.

 

Chorus

 

The fields of Ulster,

The fields of Ulster,

The dear 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 of our faith,

Was worn 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.

 

Chorus

 

Oh father dear father,

That couldn't 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 orange lily grows.

 

Chorus