ORANGE MAID OF SLIGO 
On Ben Bulben's green and lofty height The evening sun was a setting bright It gave a ray of a golden light Around the Bay of Sligo 
A tiny craft with glancing oars And spreading sails, the wind before It blew the tiny craft ashore To this, the Bay of Sligo 
And at the bow there sat a girl With lovely cheeks and flaxen curl Her tender beauty was like a pearl T'was the Orange maid of Sligo 
And glancing o'er the vessel's side She saw upon the water's glide An orange lily's golden pride Upon the Bay of Sligo 
"Make haste, make haste and save that flower I prize it more than any other No traitor shall have it within his power Around the Bay of Sligo" 
An Orange youth then made a vow, Brought back that flower and with a bow Bestowed it on the lovely brow Of the orange maid of Sligo 
She soon became his lovely bride And oft they thought at even tide Upon that lily's golden pride Around the Bay of Sligo 
Come all true blues and fill your glass A better toast will never pass We'll drink unto that lovely lass The Orange Maid of Sligo  

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk