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The men of Ulster prepare their weapons
We've used a trio of reels
The Silver Spear, Tie the Bonnet and an untitled tune
an Alternative Ulster
Grab it and change it, it's yours
Get an Alternative Ulster
Ignore the bores and their laws
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an Alternative Ulster
Grab it and change it, it's yours
Get an Alternative Ulster
Ignore the bores and their laws
Get an Alternative Ulster
Be
an Alternative Ulster
Grab it and change it, it's yours
Get an Alternative Ulster
Ignore the bores and their laws
Get an Alternative Ulster
Be
Ulster boy

You know its gonna last
A few more years
So when you throw them bricks 
Don't you cry no tears

And when you see them 
Tanks go
On the streets of Ulster, the battle rages on
British people fighting for their land
Fought in two world wars for us, fought and died for Britain
of my eye
Baby it's true

On a golden autumn day
All my dreams came true in Orangefield
On a throne of Ulster day
You came my way in Orangefield
derrière nous l'Ulster
Pour une vie de routard, de misère

Les villes industrielles
Du Nord-Ouest, on connaît
Ils nous l'ont jouée belle
Quand les
and manly sons 
Ireland's most exciting saga is, undoubtedly, Tain Bo Cuailgne ( The
Cattle Raid of Cooley ), the centerpiece of the Ulster cycle of Heroic
part of the job
British soldier on tour of ulster
Who's the enemy who's the foe
Sent to the falklands
It's miles away
I didn't really want to go
Now I'm
Irlande
Brillent encore cheveux roux, harpe d'or dans la lande
L'étendard et l'épée debout plantés en terre
Et la paix revenue en Ulster

Mort Brian
An Ulster man I am proud to be
From the Antrim glens I come
And though I've laboured by the sea
I have followed fife and drum
I have heard
in friends clasp a hand
If we banish fright from the Ulster night
Then we'll free Old Ireland.
I am a ramblin' Irishman
It's Ulster I was born in
And manys the happy hour I spent
On the banks of sweet Loch Erin
Ah but to live poor I could not
My book has more bookmarks than pages
Cause it take me ages
Or is everybody reading
Is everybody reading

Standing on a black Ulster hill
I
in the morning.
Cities burning,
the world keeps turning.
Thunder rising early in the morning.
Long ago the legend has it,
how the mighty Ulster
The power they hold
The power of prose

So when the church
Began to twist the old myths
They built their own Tower of Babel
From Ulster to Munster
the legend has it 
How the mighty Ulster men 
Battled with the King Of Connacht 
Fighting to the bitter end 
No one knew what foolish reason 
Caused this
Oh sing for me and think of me she mournfully did say
Sure I´m an Ulster Orangeman from Erin´s Isle I came
Pure old Dicey Riley I´m still haunted
a moron, spud-thick Mick
Breeds like a rabbit, thinks with his prick
Anything floors him if he can' fight or drink it
Round them up in Ulster, tow it out
a moron, spud-thick Mick
Breeds like a rabbit, thinks with his prick
Anything floors him if he can' fight or drink it
Round them up in Ulster, tow it out
a moron, spud-thick Mick
Breeds like a rabbit, thinks with his prick
Anything floors him if he can' fight or drink it
Round them up in Ulster, tow it out
(Before the anti-Christ who is coming)

Remember me bitch 8th grade
Ball park skinny ass well-fare aid
Ulster and Bruce brothers we was the shit

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