Am G F C I took back my hand, and I showed him the doorAm Dm F No dollar of mine would I part with this dayC Am F C For fueling the engine of a bloody cruel warAm F G In my forefathers' home far away;Am G F C Who fled the first famine wearing all that they ownedAm Dm F Were called navigators, all ragged and torn,C Am F C And built the grand trunk here, and found a new homeAm G C Wherever their children were born.Am G F C Their sons have no politics. None can recallAm Dm F Allegiance from long generations beforeC Am F C O'this or O'that name can't matter at all.Am F G Or be cause enough for to war.Am G F C And meanwhile, my babies are safe in their homeAm Dm F Unlike their pale cousins who cower and cryC Am F C While kneecappers nail their poor dads to the floorAm G C And teach them to hate and to die.Am G F C It's those cruel beggars who spurn the fair coinAm Dm F The peace for their kids they could take at their will:C Am F C Since the day old king Billy prevailed at the BoyneAm F G They've bombed and they've maimed and they've killed.Am G F C Now they cry out for money, and wail at the doorAm Dm F But home rule or republic, 'tis all of it shame;C Am F C And a curse for us here who want nothing of war.Am G C We're kindred in nothing but name.Am G F C All rights and all wrongs have long since blown away,Am Dm F For causes are ashes where children lie slain.C Am F C Yet the damned U.D.L. and the cruel I.R.A.Am F G Will tomorrow go murdering again.Am G F C But no penny of mine will I add to the frayAm Dm F "Remember the Boyne" they will cry out in vain,C Am F C For I've given my heart to the place I was bornAm F G And forgiven the whole House of Orange;Am G C King Billy and the whole House of Orange.
The House Of Orange
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