An Ulsterman I am proud to be
From the Antrim Glens I come
Although I labour by the sea
I have followed fife and drum
I have heard the martial tramp of men
I've seen them fight and die
And it's well that I remember when
I followed Henry Joy
I pulled my boat in from the sea
And I hid my sails away
I hung my nets upon a tree
And scanned the moonlit bay
The boys were out and the redcoats too
I kissed my wife good-bye
And there in the shade of the greenwood glade
I followed Henry Joy
Ah, lads, for Ireland's cause we fought
And for home and sire we bled
Though our arms were few, our hearts beat true
And five to one lay dead
And many a lassie mourned her lad
A mother mourned her boy
For youth was strong in the dashing throng
That followed Henry Joy
In Belfast town they built a tree
And the redcoats mustered there
I saw him come as the beat of the drum
Rolled out in the barrack square
He kissed his sister and went aloft
Then waved a last good-bye
Ah, lads he died! I turned and cried
They have murdered Henry Joy