Bonfire On The Border, The Brian O'Higgins 
Twas on July the twenty-eighth In the year of thirty-seven, A fire was lit without a grate And the flames leaped high to heaven. Our King and Queen came sailing down The Lough in the best of order And we welcomed them to Belfast town With a bonfire on the Border. 
The Queen put a muffler round her neck Assisted by her weemin, The King walked up and down the deck Surrounded by his G-men. He asked "What is that glare I see?" The reply was there in order: "It´s Ireland united in loyalty With a bonfire on the Border !" 
Some say the spark was Ulster´s own Some say it was extraneous, A man in Down said it lit on its own The combustion being spontaneous. A lad who loves his King and Queen And stands for Law and Order, Says the flames were Orange, White and Green In that bonfire on the Border. 
They may prance and dance in Belfast Town, They may croon ´Whereas´ in Dublin; They may sever the Empire from the Crown, But they might as well not be troublin´ Neither Lay Tribunal nor Legal Bench, Nor turnkey, tout or warder, Nor all the Boyne water can ever quench That bonfire on the Border! 
Here´s to the lads that played the game, Here´s to the minds that planned it, Here´s to the hands that lit the flame, Here´s to the winds that fanned it: May it blaze again from shore to shore Consuming our land´s disorder: May it leap and roar from shore to shore Till it burns away the Border!  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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