I am a loyal Ulsterman,
They say, this day that I must hang,
I fought the IRA (SCUM!)
They say that I must pay,
They say, this day that I must hang
ALTOGETHER FOR THE YCV
So build my gallows,
Build them high,
That I, might see before I die,
The Antrim Glen,
And the hills of County Down,
I'll see again the lights of home.