Let craven hearts to tyranny, their coward homage render;
The watchword of the brave and free will still be "No Surrender! "
'Twas not in anger, and not in hate, we kept commemoration,
In honour of our Hero great, who freed the British nation.
And hoist your Orange banner high, and sound your trump and drum,
Then soon the Loyal of the land, will to that standard come.
Arouse! Arouse! Your country calls, Arm! Arm! the foe is nigh.
Let "No Surrender" be the word, and "keep your powder dry."
So Orangemen, Arouse ! Arouse! tis Loyalty that calls,
Fear not the foe, our Orange flag, a traitors heart appals;
And swear before High Heaven’s Lord, who reigns enthroned on high,
You’ll charge these rebels, on the field, and "have your powder dry."