Orange Yeomanry of 98

I am an humble Orangeman-
My father he was one;
The mantle which the sire once wore
Has fallen to the son;
He ranked with those who quelled their fires--
The foes of Church and State;
The galland Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in Ninety-eight!

The light which led their spirits on.
O'er battle-field did shine
Each breast was Freedom's temple pure.
Each heart was Freedom's shrine
As sinks the day in glorious ray,
Some sunk--and bright their fate-
The gallant Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in Ninety-eight!

Behold the Orange peasant, or
The Orange artisan;
Go view his home, observe his ways;
You'll find it in his plan
Thro' woe or weal, with godly zeal,
True men to imitate--
The gallant Orange Yeomanry
Who Fought in "Ninety Eight!

To guard the faith which Luther preached
The rights which William won,
The Orangeman relies upon
His Bible and his gun;
He prays for peace, yet war will face,
Should rebels congregate;
Like the brave Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in 'Ninety-eight!

"Who fears to speak of "Ninety-eight?"
This was the silly note
Of one who was afraid to put
His name to what he wrote;
He was afraid--they're all afraid--
They know we'd gag their prate
As did the Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in "Ninety-eight!

In peace, like watchful silent stars
Can Orangemen remain;
In war, their energies are like
The surges of the main;
And each true-hearted Orangeman
Would smile though death await,
As did the Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in 'Ninety-eight!