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Theres a town just north of Belfast
white houses row on row
Where was raised an Ulster family how proudly they did grow
Now proud and happy parents watched there son grow to a man
And they taught him truth and justice in this part of Ireland
Then one day there came a letter with his comrades he would go
To a place across the water where the tears and blood would flow
So he waved farewell to Ulster and next morning at the dawn
A broken hearted mother sent her son off to the Somme
Then one night as she lay sleeping in a dream there at the door
Stood a handsome looking soldier the Kings colours he had wore
He said mother dont you know me let me in im feeling cold
But the crimson blood upon his chest the fateful story told
Theres a town just north of Belfast where a father proudly cries
And a broken hearted mother wipes the tears falling from her eyes
Theres a graveyard north of Theipval the white crosses row on row
Where he sleeps beside his comrades now
In the fields where the red poppies grow
Yes he sleeps beside his comrades now
In the fields where the red poppies grow
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