The Orange Lily, O (V)

And did you go to see the show, Each rose and pink a dilly, O!
To feast your eyes and view the prize, Won' by the Orange Lily, O!

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Then Heigh ho, the Lily, O the Royal, loyal Lily O
Beneath the sky, what flower can vie With Erin's Orange Lily, O

The Viceroy there, so debonair, Just like a daffadilly, O!
With Lady Clarke, blithe as a lark Approached the Orange Lily, O!

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Then starting back, he cried good lack, Some say he looked quite silly, O!
Oh, deed of woe, must I bestow The prize upon the Lily, O!

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A fairer flower, throughout the bower He sought, but willy nilly, O!
With moistened eyes, he gave the prize To Erin's Orange Lily, O!

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The lowland field may roses yield, beneath the Highland hilly, O!
But high or low, no flower can show, Like Erin's Orange Lily, O!

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Let dandies fine in Bond Street shine, Gay nymphs in Piccadilly, O!
But fine or gay must yield the day To Erin's Orange Lily, O!

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The elated muse; to hear the news, Jumped like a Connaught filly, O!
As gossip fame did loud proclaim The triumph of the Lily, O!

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Then come brave boys, and share her joys, And toast the health of Willy, O!
Who bravely won, on Boyne's red shore The Royal Orange Lily, O!

HERES ONE WE DID EARLIER!
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