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The glorious days of Aughrim's field
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The day of chivalry
We'll ne'er forget, when helm and shield
Were bless'd with victory!
Like wildfire flashed our engines, then
Red havoc spread dismay;
Up, rouse ye, then, my merry Orangemen,
It is King William's day!
To blast the torch of Liberty,
Which our brave sires once fired,
False James - the slave of bigotry -
With Papist foes conspired
But history's page tells where and when
We made them run away;
Up, rouse ye, then, my merry Orangemen,
It is King William's day!
Another Boyne may have its fray;
Another Aughrim rise;
Another Londonderry may
Shew where its martyr lies.
And should such scenes blaze forth again -
Stand close upon that day;
Up, rouse ye, then, my merry Orangemen,
It is King Williams day!
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