An Ulsterman I am proud to be
From the Antrim Glens I come
Although I labour by the sea
I have followed fyffe and drum
I have heard the marshall 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 net upon that tree
And I scanned the moonlit bay
The boys were out and the Redcoats too
I kissed my wife goodbye
And there in the shade of green wood glade
I followed Henry Joy

Ah, lads for Ireland's cause we fought
And for home and sire we bled
Though our numbers few, our hearts beat true
And fought 'til one lay dead
Ay, and many's a lassie who mourns her lad
And mother mourns her boy
For youth was strong in the dashing throng
That followed Henry Joy

In Belfast Town They built that tree
And the Redcoats mustered there
I saw him come as the beats of the drum
Rang out in the barrack square
He kissed his sister and went aloft
Then waved a last goodbye
Alas he died and I turned and cried:
"They have murdered Henry Joy!"