Fields of Ulster

Oh father, dear father
Why are the fields so green
Oh no my son, Oh no my son
It’s not the way it seems
In our dear land from end to end
Though sometimes seldom shows
In every field of Ulster soil
The Orange Lily grows.

The Fields of Ulster
The Fields of Ulster
The good Lord ploughed and sowed
The Fields of Ulster
The Fields of Ulster
Where the Orange Lily grows.

That safest hour, darkest hour
The emblem of our faith
Was worn across the century
By Ulster soldiers brave
Its debt is spreading far and wide
Until the whole world knows
In every field of Ulster soil
The Orange Lily grows.

The Fields of Ulster
The Fields of Ulster
The good Lord ploughed and sowed
The Fields of Ulster
The Fields of Ulster
Where the Orange Lily grows.

Oh father, dear father
Take heart and be of cheer
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.

The Fields of Ulster
The Fields of Ulster
The good Lord ploughed and sowed
The Fields of Ulster
The Fields of Ulster
Where the Orange Lily grows.