Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The House of Orange 
I took back my hand and I showed him the door No dollar of mine would I part with this day For fuelling the engine of a bloody cruel war In my forefathers' home far away 
Who fled the first Famine wearing all that they owned Were called Navigators, all ragged and torn And built the Grand Trunk here and found a new home Wherever their children were born 
Their sons have no politics, none can recall Allegiance from long generations before Oh, this war or that name can't matter at all Or be cause enough for to war 
And meanwhile my babies lie safe in their homes Unlike their Pale cousins who cower and cry While kneecappers nail their poor Dads to the floor And teach them to hate and to die 
It's those cruel beggars who spurn the fair coin The Peace for their kids they could take at their will Since the day old King Billy prevailed at the Boyne They've bombed and they've maimed and they've killed 
Now they cry out for money and wail at the door But Home Rule or Republic, 'tis all of it shame And a curse for us here who want nothing of war We're kindred in nothing but name 
All rights and all wrongs have long since blown away For causes are ashes where children lie slain Yet the damned UDL and the cruel IRA Will tomorrow go murdering again 
But no penny of mine will I add to the fray "Remember The Boyne" they will cry out in vain For I've given my heart to the place I was born And forgiven the whole House of Orange, King Billy and the whole House of Orange.