Portadown

In sixteen hundred and forty one, those Fenians formed a plan
To massacre us Protestants, down by the River Bann
To massacre us Protestants, and not to spare a man
But to drive us down, like a heard of swine, into the River Bann

Brave Porter fell a victim, because he did intend
To help his brother Protestants, heir lives for to defend
The blood did stain the waters red, their bones lay all around
As they drove them down into the Bann, that flows through Portadown

A lady living in Loughgall and with her children five
She begged for the sake of them, to let her be alive
That she might go to England, her husband there to see
And to live in peace and unity and far from Popery

But O' they would not hear her cry, they placed her on the ground
And after having tortured her, the six of them they bound
They said, "You are a heretic, the Pope you do defy
And it's from this bridge in Portadown, this day your doom to die."

And after having tortured her, to a pain she could not stand
Down through the streets of Portadown, they dragged her to the Bann
I look aroond the steading, but Johnnie's naeth
And the thought of five young children, was leading her astray

At least the hundred faithful souls, in Portadown were slain
All were the deeds of Popery, their wicked ords to gain
But god sent down brave Cromwell, our Deliverer to be
And he put down Popery in this land, us Protestants set free

King William soon came after him, and planted at the Boyne
An Orange Tree there, that we should bear in mind
How Popery did murder, us Protestants did drown
The bones of some, can still be seen, this day in Portadown.