When freedom was denied you, And imperial might defied you, Who was it stood beside you At Quebec and Brandywine?
And dared retreats and dangers, Red-coats and Hessian strangers, In the lean, long-rifled Rangers, And the Pennsylvania Line!
Hi! Uncle Sam! Wherever there was fighting, Or wrong that needed writing, An Ulsterman was sighting His Kentucky gun with care:
All the road to Yorktown, From Lexington to Yorktown, From Valley Forge to Yorktown, That Ulsterman was there!
Hi! Uncle Sam! Virginia sent her brave men, The North paraded grave men, That they might not be slavemen, But ponder this with calm:
The first to face the Tory, And the first to lift Old Glory, Made your war an Ulster story: Think it over, Uncle Sam!
Written by the Reverend William Forbes Marshall BA. LLB. DD. MRIA (8 May 1888 - January 1959) was a Poet and Presbyterian Minister from Sixmilecross, County Tyrone, Ulster
Good 'un. Think I have heard a wee piece of it before somewhere,but thats the first time I've heard it all and seen it as well. The words are oh so true too. Ulster Protestants consider themselves to be a separate nation. This nation they call Ulster
