 The Ulster
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Battle of the Diamond
A song to the field, the well-fought field.
That the battle of the Diamond won:
When the sword in its might for Protestant's right,
Flash'd forth in the evening sun.
And the glorious west, with its red clouds blest,
Shone out on the deeds then done:
And the mountain's heath was the scene of death.
That the battle of the Diamond won.
Then hurrah, then hurrah.
'Twas in the year of '95 September the 21st,
A rabble on the vision burst;
They rush'd from the hills with shouts and with yells
The Defenders to do their worst
But them to oppose Stood Protestant foes,
Who scattered the murderous crew;
And ere the sun set, the green grass was wet,
But not with the evening dew,
Then Hurrah, then hurrah.
From this noble fight our lodge takes its name
The Diamond Lodge our pride;
The ardent desires which glowed in our sires,
In these their sons do abide.
Should rebels again e'er be seen on the plain,
An Orangeman's fire they would shun;
For the Diamond will cast its fires to the last.
That the battle of the Diamond won
Then hurrah, then hurrah.
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From street to street we marched away
air--Lilliburlero
From street to street we marched away
all dress'd in orange and purple gay.
Two thousand and ten were the number of men who joined in procession
on that happy day;
But women linked to the brethren, far and near came to see them in
town,
Who alone, if permitted, were more than sufficient to
put every rebel and Ribbonman down.
Chorus
Awake! Awake!
You Protestant Boys,
In the cause of your forefathers conquer or die;
In memory of William,
We yearly assemble,
And join in procession each twelfth of july.
In order and beauty and marshall'd array, we moved in
procession to the cricket ground,
As our drummers did beat and our fifers did play, refreshments
in plenty we joyfully found;
When luncheon was ended and all were delighted,
our Grand Chaplain Meyerhoffer feelingly said,--
To God we must pray and on Him depend, and He will for ever and ever
befriend.
May the Orange boys last
Till ages are past;
May the Royal Arch Purple and Blue men combine;
May this watchword of mine
Forever be thine--
"King William! Who conquered his foes at the Boyne."
Repeat.
--J.B. Davis, Virgin Lodge, Toronto
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A Song for the Yeomen
A brave and jolly yeoman long
Lived on the River Foyle,
When work was throng, a simple song
Beguiled his daily toil;
And still the burthen of his song
For ever used to be,
"My King, though all the world goes wrong,
Shall find a friend in me."
In "Ninety-eight when Erin's state
Was bad as bad could be;
When rebels rose and England's foes
Cried loud for liberty ;
The yeomen then, while other men
Shook in their shoes for fear,
Undaunted stood, and shed his blood,
Triumphant through the year.
Oh where! Oh where! While dull despair
Was stalking through the land,
Were all the prigs, the brainless Whigs,
Who now assume command?
Some quailed at home, some fought for Rome,
And others ran away;
While yeoman brave, the land to save,
Fought on and gained the day.
And as the gallant yeoman then
Stood forward for the throne
With loyal men he'll stand again,
And slavery disown,
For truth and right undaunted fright,
While traitors bite the ground;
To England's laws and William's cause,
For ever faithful found.- Graham.
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New Protestant Boys
You true sons of Britain, attend to my lay,
Who strictly adhere to the Protestant crown
The blind zeal of Croppies us never dismay,
We'll join with Victoria to hurl them down.
Thunder, thunder,
Protestant thunder,
We'll shiver their pikes in every town;
The sons of sedition,
We'll drive to perdition,
And always support our Queen and her crown;
The French guillotine to destruction we'll drive
Let Gaelic inventions ne'er touch on our shore;
Atheistical tenets shall never survive,
To crowd the religion of God we adore,
To arms! To arms!
Brothers, to arms!
Join hand in hand to keep rebels down
May Orange Forever
Cement us together
In support of our Constitution and Crown
May our army and navy ever succeed
And vanquish and keep our enemies low;
The gallows and gibbet with Croppies we'll feed,
And swing the "United Men" up in a row.
Mercy,mercy
God of mercy,
Assist us forever to keep those rogues down.
And knit us together
Forever and ever,
In support of our Queen, Constitution and Crown.
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Croppies Lie down
We soldiers of Erin, so proud of the name
We'll raise on the rebels and Frenchmen our fame;
We'll fight to the last in the honest old cause,
And guard our religion, our freedom and laws;
We'll fight to the last in the honest old cause,
And guard our religion our freedom and laws;
We'll fight for our country, our King and his crown,
And make all the traitors and croppies lie down.
The rebels so bold, when they've none to oppose,
to houses and haystacks are terrible foes;
They murder poor parsons and likewise their wives,
At the sight of a soldier they run for their lives;
Whennever we march over country and town
In ditches and cellars the croppies lie down.
United in blood to the country's disgrace,
They secretly shoot those they dare not to face;
But whenever we catch the sly rogues in the field,
A handful of soldiers makes hundreds to yield;
The cowards collect but to raise our renown,
For as soon as we fire the croppies lie down.
While thus in this war so unmanly they wage
On women, dear women, they turn their damn'd rage;
We'll fly to protect the dear creatures from harm,
They'll be sure to find safety when clasped in our arms;
On love in a soldier no maiden will frown,
But bless the brave troops that made croppies lie down.
Should France e'er attempt, by fraud or by guile,
Her forces to land on Erin's green isle,
We'll show that they n'er can make free soldiers,slaves,
They shall only possess our green fields for their graves;
Our country's applauses our triumphs will crown,
Whilst with their French brothers the croppies lie down.
When wars and when dangers agfain shall be o'er
And peace with her blessings revisit our shore;
When arms we relinquish, no longer to roam
With pride will our families welcome us home:
We'll drink in full bumpers past troubles to drown
A health to the lads that made croppies lie down.
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How Hackett Fell
air- wily reilly
Come all ye true and loyal hearts
Who love the Orange and the Blue
And level an ear to these frew words
I now address to you
'Tis of a crewl papist act,
But that is nothing new,
The murder of the innocent,
The gallant and the true.
I'll tell you how at Montreal
The Orange was put down,
How true nadl oyal citizens
Of that historic town
Were not to show the colors
On the twelfth day of July,
And the glorious Orange Banner
They were not allowed to fly.
These grevious instructions
Were issued byu the Mayor,
And so the gallant Hackett
Was mobbed and murdered there.
In defence of injured innnocence
A lady, so they tell,
Tho' they wre more than ten to one
He bravely fighting fell.
But this year will quickly pass,
And another Twelfth will come,
When with Orange banners flying,
Brass bands and fife and drum
All heart and hand together
Down to Montreal we'll go
We'kll show these Popish minions
That we're no beaten foe.
Kelowna, B.C. M.T. LeLloyd.
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Orange Booven
From Holland the eagles of France are all fled
And the Orange of Nassau replaced in their stead;
so we trust our good neighbours brought wisdom may learn
Their friends and allies from their foes to discern.
Then advance in full chorus my brave Orangemen,
The French we did beat, and we'll beat them again.
In the Hollanders' cause we as cordially join,
As they did in ours on the banks of the Boyne;
When under King William in one common league,
We planted an Orange tree fresh from the Hague.
Then advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen,
May that Orange tree flourish for ever; Amen.
With their blood our brave ancestors moistened its root,
And thence the rich flavour we taste in its fruit,
With ours, we will also repeal each invader,
When the law is our guide, and a Brnswick our leader,
So advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen,
Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again.
Here under its ample and wide-spreading shade,
Our vows shall to loyalty ever be paid;
It is now in full growth as well as full bearing.
The glory, the pride and the boast of green Erin.
So advance in full chorus, myu brave Orangemen,
Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again.
There it prospers without any labour or toil,
Agrees with the clime, and unites with the soil,
And long shall its verdure remain in full force--
So long as King William bestrides his grey horse.
Then advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen,
Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again.
And long shall the hero our champion be seen,
Bestriding that horse to adorn College green;
In Orange and purple superbly arrayed
While he smilles at his boys when they form on parade;
And in their full chorus so cheerful advance
The pride of green Erin--the terror of France.
So let those all know who against us petition,
Their impotent malice we hold in derision;
No wonder that while their meek parliament sits,
That we frighten the upstarts quite out of their withs,
While in a full chorus we pray for success
To the manly and spirited Derry address.
Now, to put to due shame all affected vexation
We report as at large in our first declaration
That if men will be loyal and true to the laws
Under one gracious King and in one noble cause
Till our globe is dissolved and mortality ends,
We'll advance in full chorus and hail them as friends.
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From Every Hill and Valley
glee-"from every hill and valley."
From every hill and valley;
From every strath and glen.
Ho! Rally, Northmen! Rally!
Display your strenght again:
Come all ye that are true yet,
Come gather quick and fast,
Hurrah! Ye can renew yet
The glories of the past,
Rear! Rear the flag! Strike, strike, the drum!
In proud procession join;
Let cowards quail, while freemen hail
The Battle of the Boyune.
'Tis now no time for dreaming.
No time to take repose,
When traitor men are scheming
To sell you to your foes;
Aye truth and honour scorning,
Your freedom they would blast,
But read to them this warning,
The memory of the past.
Andrear the flag, and strike the drum,
In proud procession join;
Let traitors quail, while true men hail
The Battle of the Boyne.
Fling out our gloriouis banner,
'Midst music's merry chime;
Let Northern breezes fan her,
As in the olden time;
And trust in God on high, boys
Be faithful to the last;
The future will outvie boys,
The glories of the past,
Rear, rear the flag! Strike, strike the drum,
In proud procession join;
Hurrah! Hurrah! We hail this day
The battle of the Boyne.
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The Bright Orange Banner
air--"Rule Britannia"
When William landed from the main,
And wavedthe Orange Standard round
Rejoicing millions formed his train,
And Popish tyrants bit the ground.
Chorus:
Hail! (Substitute "wave" for "hail" in following verses) Thou
bright colour!
Triumphant banner wave!
O'er Papal ruins,
And rebellion's grave
The First bright morning in July,
Our brilliant ensign flutterning stream'd
Ten thousand voices rent the sky,
And conquering William's falchion gleamed.
Chorus
Wave....
The war steed of our gallant PrinceNeigh'd proudly to the trumpet's
soun d;
So fair a sight has not been since
That stately charger paw'd the ground.
Chorus
Onward he bore his precious load,
Appall'd the apostate rebels fled,
Onward the church's champion rode,
The Orange Standard o'eer his head.
Chorus:
The Priesthood fell-Revellion howl'd
Our conquering banner waved on high;
The superstition dying scowled,
And truth unfetter'd burst the sky.
Chorus.
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The Gates of Londonderry
air-"The Death of Nelson"
On Deerry's walls once stood a gallant few,
Whom famine, war, disease,could not subdue;
Long raged the siege, and as each bold defender
Gave up the ghost, he sighed forth -"No Surrender."
T'was when the wintry blast,
Its chilly horrors cast,
In gloomy dark December
Then came with vaunting boast,
King James and all his host,
Crying, "Derry! Now Surrender."
But vain were all their Popish arts,
The gates were shut by gallant hearts,
Who shouted, "We don't fear ye."
Chorus:
Then hail to them who linked their fates,
The 'Prentice boys who shut the gates--
The gates of Londonderry.
Now lightnings flashed around,
And quick the balls rebound
Above the embattl'd wall;
Red war, with firey breath,
Cast pestilence and death
And galland men did fall.
But vain was all their cannon's flash,
For Popish James could never dash,
These hearts with high hopes cheery,
Chorus-
Though famine's wolfish tooth
Prey'd on both age and youth;
Though spectre-like they walked,
Serene they looked the while
Through ghastly was the smile,
With Jame's fury bock'd;
Though war and hunger filled the grave,
Their hopes were still that God would save
Those hearts now sad and dreary
Chorus
At length when death had spread
His black wings o'er their head,
With war and want and toil;
New hope their minds employ,
The gallant ship Mountjoy,
Comes bounding up the Foyle,
With swelling sail and towering mast,
The boom is borke the danger's past,
And now brave hearts are merry.
Chorus
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Shutting of the Gates of Derry II
When the struggle for freedom took place in our nation
Which long had been trampled by bigoted sway;
The brave men of Derry, for self-preservation
Made strong their gates on this threatening day .
Though cowards might tremble, and traitors dissemble,
Those heros stood forward all gallant and true;
Foul thraldom for ever from Erin to sever,
And up went their standard of Orange and Blue.
O fair Londonderry, it makes my heart merry,
To look at your walls rising over the Foyle;
May no Whig or Tory, despising your glory,
Your sons our your daughters of honor despoil.
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The Crimson Flag of Derry
air--"The Bonnie Blue Flag."
A band of youthful heros, within our Maiden Walls,
Once dar'd a tyrant's mandates, as history recalls;
Despising threats and shackles ,That would have seal'd their woes,
They thundered forth defiance against insulting foes.
Chorus:
Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag,
that floated brisk and gay!
And wav 'd defiance to the foes---
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
A monarch once in martial mood our walls in state approach'd
Demanding entrance but he found his presence had encroach'd ;
A burst repugnant to his ears saluted from within;
He wheel'd about, and fled through fear, in spite of "shame or sin."
Chorus
Away went James with whip and spur,
and foremost drove his steed,
Nor look'd behind but wistfully
Mountgavelin sought with speed;
To Dublin next he sped his way, and sorely did he rue,
To Derry e'er he set his
face, its "rebels to subdue."
Chorus
A ruthles force surrounded had our city--doom'd they thought;
But soon they found their false hopes
had gained less than they sought;
A corps of dauntless heeros---our sires in days of yore--
Rush'd boldly out upon the foe, and scorned the cannon's roar.
Chorus
When gallant Browning led the van each pulse beat high with praise,
Rever'd the power that rul'd their fate - their drooping hearts to
raise;
Whilst famine, fever, raged within, the savage hordes around
Foil'd took a hasty moonlight flight,
and left the tented ground.
Chorus
Let tyrants rule with infamy, and serfs and slaves trepan,
Religion, life and liberty are dear to every man;
Victoria reigns supreme with us--let others
dare say nay,
Who snarl and puff or proudly boast--Britiannia bears the sway.
Chorus.
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The Arab Orange Lodge
(This poem may be sung to the air: "The Wearing of the Green")
A loyal band of Orangemen from Ulster's lovely land,
They could not march upon the 12th - processions was all banned,
So they flew off till the Middle East this dreadful law to dodge
And they founded in Jerusalem the Arab Orange Lodge
Big Ali Bey who charmed the snakes he was the first recruit,
John James McKeag from Portglenone learned him till play the flute
And as the oul' Pied Piper was once followed by the rats
There followed Ali till the lodge ten snakes in bowler hats.
They made a martial picture as they marched along the shore.
It stirred the blood when Ali played "The fez my father wore"
And Yussef Ben Mohammed hit the "lambeg" such a bash
It scared the living daylights from a Camel in a sash!
Now the
movement spread both far and wide - there were lodges by the score.
The "Jerusalem Purple Heroes" was the first of many more,
The "Loyal Sons of Djeddah" and the "Mecca Purple Star"
And the "Rising Sons of Jericho" who came by motor car".
The banners too were wonderful and some would make you smile
King Billy on his camel as he splashed across the Nile -
But the Tyre and Sidon Temperance had the best one of them all
For they had a lovely picture of Damascus Orange Hall!
The Apprentice boys of Amman marched beneath the blazing sun,
The Royal Black Preceptory were negroes every one
And lodges came from Egypt, from the Abu Simbel Falls,
And they shouted "No Surrender!" and We'll guard old Cairo's walls!"
But when the ban was lifted and the lodges marched at last
The Arabs all decided for till march right through Belfast
And they caused a lot of trouble before they got afloat,
For they could not get the camels on the bloody Heysham boat!
Now camels choked up Liverpool and camels blocked Stranaer
And the Sheik of Kuwait came along in his great big motor car,
But the "Eastern Magic" L.O.L. they worked a crafty move.
They got on their magic carpets and flew into Aldergrove!
When they came to Castle Junction where once stood the wee Kiosk
They dug up Royal Avenue to build a flamin' mosque
And Devlin says to Gerry Fitt, "I think we'd better go!
"There's half a million camels coming down from Sandy Row.
The speeches at the "field" that day were really something new,
For some were made in Arabic and some were in Hebrew,
But just as Colonel Nasser had got up to sing "The Queen",
I woke up in my bed at home and found it was a dream!
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"While the Orange Lilies
Grow"
0
Thou, who nerved our fathers in days of old.
Grant
we, their children, in heart may not grow cold
To
fight with courage in this northern land
For
what they fought, our own dear native land.
Shall
we yield the walls of Derry or Enniskillen's plain,
Where
the ashes of our fathers in peaceful sleep remain?
Loud
rings the voice of Ulster as she answers proudly: No;
What
our fathers won we'll hold, while the Orange Lilies grow!
That
their ideals, for which they bravely drew the sword,
May
still be ours to keep, we will with courage guard;
For
we've done all that men can do to placate our ancient foe.
With
every' claim we render their demands the greater grow.
We
have our last concession given, the last inch which we will yield
Ere
we spring to arms to defend our cause; may Heaven be our shield.
For
we've decided, come what may, through happiness or woe,
What
our fathers won we'll hold, while the Orange Lilies grow.
How
my heart does thrill with joy, ever since I first have seen
All
the fertile plains of Ulster, her hills and valleys green.
And
what rapture fills my soul when praises meet are paid
To
the manhood of her sons and the beauty of her maids.
0,
proud I am of this fair land, the land where I was born;
Where
liberty is held most dear, and deceit is held in scorn.
Still
a greater pride, a greater joy is mine, because I know
What
our fathers won we'll hold, while the Orange Lilies grow.
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Orange Maid Of Sligo
On
Ben Bulben's green and lofty height
The
evening sun was a setting bright
It
gave a ray of a golden light
Around
the Bay of Sligo
A
tiny craft with glancing oars
And
spreading sails, the wind before
It
blew the tiny craft ashore
To
this, the Bay of Sligo
And
at the bow there sat a girl
With
lovely cheeks and flaxen curl
Her
tender beauty was like a pearl
T'was
the Orange maid of Sligo
And
glancing o'er the vessel's side
She
saw upon the water's glide
An
orange lily's golden pride
Upon
the Bay of Sligo
"Make
haste, make haste and save that flower
I
prize it more than any other
No
traitor shall have it within his power
Around
the Bay of Sligo"
An
Orange youth then made a vow,
Brought
back that flower and with a bow
Bestowed
it on the lovely brow
Of
the orange maid of Sligo
She
soon became his lovely bride
And
oft they thought at even tide
Upon
that lily's golden pride
Around
the Bay of Sligo
Come
all true blues and fill your glass
A
better toast will never pass
We'll
drink unto that lovely lass
The
Orange Maid of Sligo
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