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O listen a while my countrymen and hear
my latest news.
Although my song is sorrowful I hope you'll me excuse
I left my peaceful residence a foreign land to see,
I said goodbye to Ballylisk likewise to Tandragee.
Brave stalwart men around me stood,
each comrade kind and true,
And as I clasped each well known hand, to bid my last adieu.
I says my fellow countrymen, I hope you'll soon be free
And raise the Orange flag proudly o'er the hills of Tandragee.
No more among the Sycamore I'll hear
the blackbird sing
No more to me the brown Cuckoo will welcome back the spring
No more I'll see your fertile fields and weeping willow tree
Nor raise the Orange flag proudly o'er the hills of Tandragee.
God bless you dear old County Armagh
my own dear native land.
In dreams I often see your hills and lovely orchard grand,
And though three thousand miles do lie between yon hills and me,
You'll raise the Orange flag proudly o'er the hills of Tandragee.
May peace and plenty reign supreme
upon Loch Erne's shore
May discord live forever in Ulster's homes no more
And may the time soon come around when I return to thee
Once more to raise the Orange flag proudly o'er the hills of Tandragee.
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