Ye Protestants of Ulster, I pray you
join with me,
Your voices raise in lofty praise and show your loyalty;
Extol the day we marched away with Orange flags so fine,
In order to commemorate the conquest of the Boyne.
The first who fought upon the day the
Prince of Orange was,
He headed our brave forefathers in their most glorious cause;
Protestant rights aye to maintain, and pop'ry to degrade;
And in the memory of the same we fought a Lisnagade.
'Twas early in the morning before the
rise of sun,
An information we received, our foes each with his gun
In ambush lay, near the highway, intrenched within a fort,
Just to disgrace our Orange flag, but soon we spoilt their sport.
We had not march'd a mile or so, when
the white flag we espy'd
With a branch of podoreens displayed, on which they much rely'd
And this inscription underneath-"Hail Mary! Unto thee-
Deliver us from these Orange dogs, and then we shall be free,"
At half an hour past two o'clock the
firing did commence,
With clouds of smoke and showers of ball, mid passion most intense;
They called unto their patron saint, to whom they us'd to pray,
But none were near their prayer to hear, and so they ran away