Verse 1 – Ulster Dawn In the green hills of Ulster where the cold winds roam, Where the black rivers carve the land, Rose the house of O’Neill in ancient days, With the crown of the High King’s hand. Verse 2 – The Red Hand Raise the banner of the Red Hand high, Let the pipes and the war drums cry, For the sons of O’Neill ruled proud and strong Under Ireland’s stormy sky. Verse 3 – Lords of the North From Tyrone’s hills to the northern sea, Where the oak and the ash trees stand, The kings of Ulster held their ground With the sword and the ancient land. Verse 4 – Gaelic Power Through the halls of stone and the fires of chiefs, Where the poets sang their name, The O’Neill line burned fierce and bright In the forge of Gaelic fame. Verse 5 – The War of the Nine Years Steel met steel in the Irish rain, Through the thunder of battle cries, For the chiefs of O’Neill stood fierce and proud When the storm of war would rise. Verse 6 – Hugh O’Neill’s Stand Hear the name that the bards still sing, Of Hugh O’Neill brave and strong, Who defied the might of a rising crown When the war grew fierce and long. Verse 7 – Fall of the Old Order But the winds of fate began to change, And the old Gaelic world would fall, When the lords of Ulster were forced to leave Their ancient halls. Verse 8 – The Flight of the Earls Across the sea in the autumn wind, Their ships cut through the foam, For the chiefs of O’Neill sailed far away From the land they called their home. Verse 9 – Exiles in Europe Through the courts of Spain and the roads of Rome, Through the kingdoms far and wide, Still the blood of Ulster’s kings ran strong Though the clan lived far outside. Verse 10 – The Diaspora Across the ocean to distant shores, Where the wild new frontiers lay, The sons and daughters of O’Neill Carried Ulster far away. Verse 11 – America Rising Through the valleys wide and the frontier towns, Through the rivers rolling free, The O’Neill name found new life again In a land across the sea. Verse 12 – The Rebel Heart Electric strings and the pipes cry loud, Like thunder in the night, For the rebel soul of Ulster’s kings Still burns with ancient might. Verse 13 – Celtic Memory Knots and spirals, songs and drums, The old Gaelic flame remains, Every story passed through time Still carries Ireland’s name. Verse 14 – The Clan Today From Tyrone’s green hills to the world’s far roads, From Dublin to cities afar, The name O’Neill still walks the earth Where their wandering children are. Verse 15 – Final Anthem Raise your voice and let it ring, Let the pipes of Ulster cry, For the kings of the north still ride the wind— And the name O’Neill will never die.
