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Loyalist Songs!
Some old favourites:
The Sash
Sure l'm an Ulster Orangeman, from Erin's isle I came, To see my British brethren all of honour and of fame,
And to tell them of my forefathers who fought in days of yore, That I might have the right to wear, the sash my father wore!
cho: It is old but it is beautiful, and its colors they are fine It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore And on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore
For those brave men who crossed the Boyne have not fought or died in vain Our Unity, Religion, Laws, and Freedom to maintain,
If the call should come we'll follow the drum, and cross that river once more That tomorrow's Ulsterman may wear the sash my father wore!
Chorus
And when some day, across the sea to Antrim's shore you come, We'll welcome you in royal style, to the sound of flute and drum
And Ulster's hills shall echo still, from Rathlin to Dromore As we sing again the loyal strain of the sash my father wore!
Chorus
Derry's Walls
The time has scarce gone by boys, two hundred years ago,
When Rebels on old Derry's Walls their faces dare not show;
When James and all his rebel band came up to Bishops Gate;
With heart and hand and sword and shield we caused them to retreat;
Chorus
Then work and don't surrender but come when duty calls,
With heart and hand, and sword and shield - we'll guard old Derry's Walls.
The blood it did flow in the streams for many a winter's night,
They knew the Lord was on their side, to help them in the fight;
They only stood upon the walls determined for to fight,
To fight and gain the victory and hoist the Crimson high;
Chorus
At last, at last with one broadside the heavens sent their maze,
The boom was broke that crosses Foyle's shores and James he was dismayed;
The Banner, boys that floated, was run aloft with joy,
God bless the hands that broke the boom and saved Apprentice Boys.
Chorus
HANDS ACROSS THE WATER
Just across the Irish Sea
Stirs a heart of Loyalty
Raised in Honour and in dignity
Drives a will to keep us British free
Not alone are we on this journey
For in a land just across the sea
Is a hand that reaches out in friendship
And a bond thats lasted centuries
And it's hands across the water
Reaching out for you and me
For Queen, For Ulster and For Scotland
Helps to keep our Loyal people free
Let the cry be "No Surrender"
Let no-one doubt this Loyalty
Reaching out to the Brave Red Hand of Ulster
Is the hand across the sea
(repeat second verse)
(repeat first verse)
WEE SPOT IN EUROPE
Well there's a wee spot in Europe,
Its a place of great fame,
and it lies to the north land,
and Ulster's its name.
It is only six counties,
but oh what renowned,
For its emblem is the Red Hand,
Topped by the Queen's crown.
And now the Germans came over,
In the year '41
And they tried to destroy us,
By their bomb, by their guns.
But history could have told them,
Of the others who tried,
How the sons defended Ulster,
How they fought and how they died.
Now if a Feinian should ask you,
In his bold Feinian tongue,
They will speak of their friendship,
Why can't we be one.
Just you point to the Red Hand,
Topped by the Queen's crown,
Say you're side by side with Scotland
They won't let us down.
So now brother's and sisters,
We will all join as one.
We will toast to our Ulster
Her heroes and sons,
And while we are toasting,
There's two names we must join,
That of William, Prince of Orange,
and the Banks of the Boyne.
That of William, Prince of Orange,
and the Banks of the Boyne.
The Orange Lily,O!
AND did you go to see the show, Each rose and pink a dilly, O!
To feast your eyes, and view the prize, Won by the Orange Lily, O!
Chorus: Heigh ho, the Lily, O! The royal,loyal Lily,O
Beneath the sky, what flower can vie With Erin's Orange Lily,
O! The Viceroy there, so debonair, Just like a daffadilly, O!
With Lady Clarke, Blithe as a lark, Approached the Orange Lily, O!
CHORUS
Sir Charley too, looked, very blue, While laughed Horse Master Billy, O!
To think his EX- a flower should vex And that an Orange Lilly, O
CHORUS
A fairer flower, throughout the bower He sought, but willy nilly, O!
With moistened eyes, he gave the prize To Erin's Orange Lily, O!
CHORUS
The lowland field may roses yield, Gay heaths the Highland hilly, O!
But high or low, no flower can show, Like Erin's Orange Lily, O!
CHORUS
Let dandies fine in Bond Street shine, Gay nymphs in Picadilly, O!
But fine or gay must yield the day To Erin's Orange Lily, O!
CHORUS
The elated muse, to hear the news, Jumped like a Connaught filly, o!
As gossip fame did loud proclaim The triumph of the Lily,O!
CHORUS
Then come brave boys, and share her joys, And toast the health of Willy, O!
Who bravely won, on Boyne's red shore, The Royal Orange Lily, O!
CHORUS
The Green Grassy Slopes
Some folks sing of mountains and valleys Where the wild flowers abundantly grow,
And some of the wave-crested billows That dash 'neath the waters below.
But I'm going to speak of a river, And I hope in the chorus you'll join--
Of the deeds that were done by King William, On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne.
CHORUS: On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne, Where the Orangemen with William did join,
And fought for our glorious deliv'rance On the green grassy Slopes of the Boyne
On the banks of that beautiful river, There the bones of our forefathers lie,
Awaiting the sound of the trumpet To call them to glory on high.
In our hearts we will cherish their memories, And we all like true Brethren will join.
And praise God for sending us King William, To the green Grassy slopes of the Boyne
CHORUS
Orangemen will be loyal and steady, For no matter what'er may betide,
We will still mind our war-cry "No Surrender!" So long as we've God on our side,
And if ever our service is needed. Then we all like true Brethren will join,
And fight, like valliant King William, On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
CHORUS
OLD ORANGE FLUTE
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade And all of us thought him a stout-hearted blade
. On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your lute But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in For he married a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the boys in the county made some noise upon it They forced Bob to flee to the province of Connaught;
Took with him his wife and his fixins, to boot, And along with the rest went the Old Orange Flute.
Each Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds, Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the priest's own require Bob went for to play with the flutes in the choir.
He went for to play with the flutes in the mass But the instrument quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he made a great noise, The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys".
Bob jumped up and huffed, and was all in a flutter. He pitched the old flute in the best holy water;
He thought that this charm would bring some other sound, When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he would finger and twiddle and blow For to play Papish music, the flute would not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it would sound Not one Papish bleat in it could e'er be found.
At a council of priests that was held the next day They decided to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head So they bought Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic 'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you could hear a strange noise 'Twas the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
Dolly's Brae
'Twas on the twelfth day of July in the year of '49 Ten hundreds of our Orangemen together did combine,
In the memory of King William, on that bright and glorious day To walk all round Lord Roden's park, and over Dolly's Brae.
And when we came to Westbridge, wasn't that a glorious sight To see so many Orangemen all willing for to fight,
To march all round the old remains, the music sweetly did play, And the tune played was "The Protestant Boys" right over Dolly's Brae.
And as we walked along the road not fearing any harm, Our guns all over our shoulders, and our broadswords in our hands,
Until two priests came up to us, and to Mr. Speers did say, "Come, turn your men the other road, and don't cross Dolly's Brae
. Then out bespeaks our Orangemen, "Indeed we won't delay, You have your men all gathered and in a manger lay.
Begone, begone, you Papist dogs, we'll conquer or we'll die And we'll let you see we're not afraid to cross over Dolly's Brae
. And when we came to Dolly's Brae they were lined on every side Praying for the Virgin Mary to be their holy guide
We loosened our guns upon them and we gave them no time to pray, And the tune we played was "The Protestant Boys" right over Dolly's Brae.
The priest he came, his hands he wrung, saying, "My brave boys, you're dead, Some holy water I'll prepare, to sprinkle on your heads,"
The Pope of Rome he did disown, his heart was grieveful sore, And the Orange cry, as we passed by, was "Dolly's Brae no more!"
Come all ye blind-led Papists, wherever that ye be, Never bow down to priest or Pope, for them they will disown;
Never bow down to images, for God (you must) adore, Come, join our Orange heroes, and cry "Dolly's Brae no more"
. There was a damsel among them all, and one we shall adore, For she wore the Orange around her head and cried "Dolly's Brae no more!"
And if they ever come back again, we'll give them ten times more, And we'll christen this "King William's Bridge", and cry "Dolly's Brae no more."
The Battle of Garvagh
The day before the July fair The Ribbonmen they did prepare
For three miles round to wreck and tear And burn the town of Garvagh
The Tory whistle loud and shrill We heard it o'er the high Mourne Hill
Fall on, brave boys, well slay and kill The Protestants in Garvagh
The day came on they did repair in multitudes to Garvagh Fair
Some traveled thirty miles and more To burn the town of Garvagh
They all appeared in greatest haste White handkerchiefs tied round their wastes
But their jackets we did soundly baste That July fair in Garvagh
To Coleraine straightaway we went For aid but none for us they sent
This bloody crew all to prevent From their design on Garvagh
To Provines then we quick applied For aid which he soon us denied
Saying Longest stands the toughest hide I'll find no aid for Garvagh
The Protestants and Orangemen Like brothers did assemble then
To keep the town was their design Or die like men in Garvagh
We fired blank shots of no avail The Orange balls they flew like hail
While Ribbonmen soon turned their tail With deadly wounds from Garvagh
Then Captain Douay cried, Brave Boys Maintain your Cause and fear no noise
We'll massacre these Orange Boys And burn the town of Garvagh
He had not turned himself well round Till he received a deadly wound
His heels went up his head went down At the third tree in Garvagh
We gave the word to clear the street While numbers flew like hunted sheep
When Protestants did Papists meet At Davidsons in Garvagh
Oh then brave boys if you had seen Twas the best man through Ballinameen
While Orange Boys pursued them keen And cleared the town of Garvah
But mark what followed this affray They thought to swear our lives away
To jail we went without delay We had no guards from Garvagh
They horrid oaths against us swore Such swearing you ne'er heard before
McCluskey swore three hours of more Against the Boys of Garvagh
The Judge then he would us condemn Had it not been for our jurymen
Our grateful thanks are due to them For they cleared the Boys of Garvagh
All thanks and praise we'll tender still To Mr. Price and brave George Hill
The Beresfords befriend us still For they cleared the Boys of Garvagh.
The Boyne Water
July the First in Ouldbridge Town there was a grievous battle Where many a man lay on the ground by cannons that did rattle; King James he pitched his tents between the lines for to retire, But King William threw his bombballs in and set them all on fire
There at they vowed revenge upon King William s forces And oft did vehemently cry that they would stop their courses; A bullet from the Irish cam an grazed King William s arm, They thought His Majesty was slain, yet it did him little harm.
Duke Schomberg then, in friendly care, his King would often caution To shun the spot where bullets hot retained their rapid motion; But William said, He don t deserve the name of Faith s Defender, Who would not venture life and limb to make a foe surrender.
When we the Boyne began to cross,the enemy descended, But few of our brave men were lost, so stoutly we defended; The Horse it was that first marched o er, the Foot soon followed after, But brave Duke Schomberg was no more by venturing o er the water.
When valiant Schomberg he was slain, King William he accosted His warlike men for to march on and he would be foremost; Brave boys he cried be not dismayed for the loss of one commander, For God shall be our kin this day and I ll be general under
. Then stoutly we the Boyne did cross to give the enemies battle; Our cannon to our foes great cost, like thundering claps did rattle; In majestic mien our Prince rode o er his men soon followed after, With blow and shout put our foe to the rout, the day we crossed the water.
The Protestants of Drogheda have reason to be thankful That they were not to bondage brought, they being but a handful; First to the Those they were brought and tried at Millmount after, But brave King William set them free by venturing o er the water.
The cunning French near to Duleek had taken up their quarters, And found themselves on every side still waiting for new orders; But in the dead time of the night they set the fields on fire And long before the morning s light to Dublin did retire.
Then said King William to his men after the French departed I m glad, said he that non of ye seem to be faint-hearted; So sheath your swords and rest awhile , in time we ll follow after These words he uttered with a smile the day he crossed the water.
Come let us all with heart and voice applaud our lives defender Who at the Boyne his valor showed and mad his for surrender To God above, the praise we ll give now and ever after, And bless the glorious memory of King William that crossed the water
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