[Chorus] It is old but it is beautiful and its colours they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore
So on the 12th I proudly wear the sash my father wore.
Here I am a loyal Orangeman, just came across the sea
For singing and for dancing, I hope that Iâ€™ll please thee
I can sing and dance with any man, as I did in days of yore
And on the 12th I long to wear the sash my father wore.
Itâ€™s now Iâ€™m going to leave you, good luck to you I say
And when Iâ€™m on the ocean, for me I hope youâ€™ll pray
Iâ€™m going to my native land, to a place they call Dromore
Where on the 12th Iâ€™ll always wear the sash my father wore.
300 yrs. later, parading through Catholic neighborhoods to shove it up their asses, and then complaining about the results.
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