Come all ye gallant Ulstermen
And listen what I say,
For I was a hardworking fisherman
From the shores of sweet Lough Neagh,
My father fished the deep at Doss
And knew it's rocky shores,
But I have lost my livelihood
And cannot fish no more.

Well the cruel decision the judges made
In Belfast town one day,
Caused woe and misery for the fishers
Of Lough Neagh,
The decision that those judges made
Our fishing then was doomed,
When they found in favour of the men
From the fisheries at Toome.

Now we contend King Charles gave away
What was not his own,
A gift that scheming lawyers traced
To the fishery at Toome,
They've stolen away what should belong
To each and every man,
And for our fate cruel England's law,
Well, she does not give one damn.

They called our fishing poaching
And they held us up to scorn,
Even though it was a heritage
To which we all were born,
The waters of Lough Neagh we fished
As our fathers did before,
But because of the Toome Eel Fishery
We cannot fish no more.

For they have a great monopoly
That stretches Europe round,
From the Baltic, Scandinavia,
Even to our own Lough Erne,
They now control the markets and
The prices that you pay,
For nature's bounteous harvest
Of our inland sea, Lough Neagh.

But though we've had a setback
The decision we'll reverse,
For Irishmen they must possess
What is given them by birth,
We'll smash that great monopoly
On Lough Neagh's rocky shore,
And Irishmen will gain their right
To fish there evermore.