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Have you ever been an Orangeman on
the Twelfth day of July.
Have you stood and watched the brethren as proudly they marched by,
Have you heard your Masters orders, have you heard your Chaplain call,
Put on your Orange Sashes boys we're leaving for Loughgall.
It is a lovely village the finest ever
seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of grasses green,
Our Orange Banner's floating outshine the rebels all,
As we proudly march in memory to the village of Loughgall
We numbered twenty thousand as proudly
we march down,
The streets we knew from childhood the streets of Portadown,
We have walked them all from childhood but now we do recall,
This glorious twelfth when we all march to the village of Loughgall.
You have heard of old Dan Winter some
100 years ago,
He formed our lovely order and proudly watched it grow,
He said we'll stand for Ulster we'll stand or else we'll fall,
We'll shout out "No Surrender" when we're marching through Loughgall.
But he is dead and gone now and I hope
in Heaven above,
Up with his great Grand Master in that great land of love,
But I know that on this glorious twelfth he will surely see us all,
As we proudly march in memory to the village of Loughgall.
I know that far across the sea in a
land that's fair and bright,
Our lovely Queen is watching, for she loves this glorious sight,
She even sent a Telegram God speed unto you all,
You Protestants of Ulster as you're marching through Loughgall.
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