I found this verse in the NC archives though I didnt
find the author. The search has now begun for the past.
Ulster Sails West
They were Twain when they crossed the sea,
And often their folk had warred.
But side by side, on the ramparts wid,
They cheered as the gates were barred.
And they cheered as they passed their King
To the ford that daunted none,
For, field or wall, it was each for all
When the Lord had made them One.
Thistle and Rose, they twined them close
When their fathers crossed the sea,
And they dyed them red, the live and the dead,
Where the blue-starred lint grows free;
Where the blue-starred lint grows free.
Here in the Northern sun,
Til his way was plain, He led the Twain
And He forged them into One.
They were the One when they crossed the sea
To the land of hope and dream
Salute them now, whom none could cow,
Nor hold in light esteem!
Whose footsteps far in peace and war
Still sought the setting sun!
With a dauntless word and a long bright sword?
The Twain whom God made One.