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Gather round and I'll tell you a story,
A story thats old but its true,
Its a story about dear old Ulster,
And our love for the Red, White and Blue.
Many times has our freedom been threatened,
By our enemies over the sea,
But the true loyal sons of old Ulster,
Fought so bravely to keep Ulster free.
From the Woodstock, The Newton and
the Shankill,
Sandyrow, Crumlin Road and Ardoyne,
To defend what our forefathers died for,
Years ago on the banks of the Boyne.
So take heed all you treacherous rebels,
Lay down arms now before its too late,
For you never will rule over Ulster,
And death surely will be your fate.
From the Woodstock, The Newton and
the Shankill,
Sandyrow, Crumlin Road and Ardoyne,
To defend what our forefathers died for,
Years ago on the banks of the Boyne.
So take heed all you treacherous rebels,
Lay down arms now before its too late,
For you never will rule over Ulster,
And death surely will be your fate.
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