The Hills of Tandragee

O listen a while my countrymen and hear my latest news
Although my song is sorrowful I hope you'll me excuse
I left my peaceful residence a foreign land to see
I said goodbye to Ballylisk likewise to Tandragee.

Brave stalwart men around me stood, each comrade kind and true,
And as I clasped each well known hand, to bid my last adieu,
I says my fellow countrymen, I hope you'll soon be free
And raise the Orange Flag proudly o'er the Hills of Tandragee.

No more among the Sycamore I'll hear the blackbird sing
No more to me the brown Cuckoo will welcome back the Spring
No more I'll see your fertile fields and weeping willow tree
Nor raise the Orange Flag proudly o'er the Hills of Tandragee.

God bless you dear old County Armagh my own dear native land
In dreams I often see your hills and lovely orchards grand
And though three thousand miles do lie between yon hills and me,
You'll raise the Orange Flag proudly o'er the Hills of Tandragee.

May peace and plenty reign supreme upon Lough Erne's shore
May discord five forever in Ulster's homes no more
And may the time soon come around when 1 return to thee
To raise the Orange Flag proudly o'er the Hills of Tandragee.

Aire = Hymn Tune "How Lovely is thy Dwelling Place O Lord of Hosts to me"