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Verse 1: My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
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My
mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.
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They
were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
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Until
the day that I was born and things got rather tough.
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Verse 2: Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,
To
be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.
I
was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that,
To
me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.
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Verse 3: With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then
after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For
both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
I'd
play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.
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Verse 4: Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy,
Me
father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy.
That's
quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin
And
he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heros of The Boyne
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Verse 5: One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just
as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We
tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And
me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.
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Verse 6: My parents never could agree about my type of school.
My
learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've
both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That
awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.
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