Wont you gather round me lads and listen to your dad,
For now my life is but a dying ember,
But bejoves before I go,
I want you all to know,
That Ulster is the land of No Surrender.
From the Battle of the Boyne,
To the carnage of the Somme,
We gave our enemies something to remember,
So bejoves before I go,
I want you all to know,
That Ulster is the land of No Surrender.
Wont you gather round me girls and listen if you will,
And tell your children always to remember,
That your daddy taught you so,
And grandad ought to know,
That Ulster is the land of No Surrender.
From the Battle of the Boyne,
To the carnage of the Somme,
We gave our enemies something to remember,
So bejoves before I go,
I want you all to know,
That Ulster is the land of No Surrender.
Wont you clasp my hand my dear,
And my final words you'll hear,
You've always been a friend, so kind and tender,
Place your lips against my brow and hear my final vow,
That Ulster is the land of No Surrender.
From the Battle of the Boyne,
To the carnage of the Somme,
We gave our enemies something to remember,
So bejoves before I go,
I want you all to know,
That Ulster is the land of No Surrender.