Of Ireland's sons the boast
Shall ever be found waving free
Above our loyal host
The noblest flag true hearts that cheers
And daunts their enemies.
Is the flag that brav'd in darkest years
The battle and the breeze.
The rights of freemen to uphold
To break the Popish chain
High wav'd the Orange flag of old.
Where it shall wave again!
The Orangemen far off reveres
Our cause as still be seen,
The flag that brav'd in darkest years
The Battle and the breeze.
Let us unite, as did our sires
Their flag who bravely bore,
Thro' flood and storm, thro' smoke and fires
O'er homesteads stain'd with gore;
For we would fear no guns nor spears,
But die, ere foes should seize
The Orange flag that brav'd for years
The battle and the breeze!
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