The Protestant Reformation talk

An interesting talk about the Protestant Reformation broadcast on Radio Boyne pop up channel as part of the Loyal Orange Institutions 13th July 2020 Twelfth at Home celebrations.

Pride of Ballinran Flute Band

Pride of Ballinran Flute Band from Kilkeel Co Down have been to the movies with this one. The classic Battle of Britain favourite "Aces High" march. You can even hear the aircraft taking off at the start of the tune. Tally Ho Chaps!

Brunswick Accordion Band

Brunswick Accordion Band from Annalong Co Down playing "The Sleeping Warrior" They were visiting the Menin Gate as part of their visit to 1st War battlefields

Dunloy Accordian Band: There is a fountain filled with blood

 

Dunloy Accordion Band from near Ballymoney Co Antrim taking a break from parading to play a sacred hymn tune called "There Is a Fountain Filled With Blood". While not played in a march time for this rendition the tune would easily lend its self to such a rearrangement. Words Below:

1. There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2. The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed ones of God,
Be saved to sin no more.

4. E’er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5. When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save,
I’ll sing Thy power to save;
I’ll sing Thy power to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save.

Ballymageough Accordion Band

Blaalmageough Accordion Band from Kilkeel in Co Down playing "The Villager" march

RTE Kingsmills Atrocity Survivor Interview MP3 Download

RTE Kingsmills Atrocity Survivor Interview MP3 Download

Above is a link to an MP3 download (30mb approx) of Alan Blacks powerful interview on RTE on Sunday last 14th January 2018. This was definitely the catalyst which spelt the end of MP Barry Mcelduffs career. Even though he never even once set foot in Westminister he claimed £900,000 EXPENSES (your & my taxes) since being elected in 2010.

Furthermore Mrs Bea Whorton the 80 year old mother of victim Kenny Whorton who was shot in the face, has since November last year regularly recieved vicious phone calls where the caller demanded 10 slices of Kingsmill bread. She suffered in silence until the Mcelduff incident as she did not want to upset her family. So Mcelduff claims he did not know what he was doing when this sick joke about Kingsmill massacre is well known and oft repeated in republican circles really rings even more hollow. READ MORE BELOW:

 Mrs Bea Whorton victims mothers malicious "Kingsmill" phone calls 
 
Sinn Feins Martin O'Muilleoir is guilty of spreading the cancer by immediately retweeting this vile, to use Alans words, 'depaved' video. But O'Muilleoir's sickeningly deferential treatment by the media who never once questioned his actions speaks volumes.

Lastly can Mcelduff account for his own movements on the night of the massacre!

Martin Luther & the Reformers (PDF Download Booklets)

On Tuesday 31st of October 2017 next it will be 500 years since Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses, to the door of Wittenberg Castle Church in Germany. To mark this momentous occasion, Rathfriland District Orange & Black have published a short 28 page booklet to commemorate, not only Luther himself but also 5 other leading reformers who followed in his footsteps. The booklet is titled, "Celebrating the Reformation" & is iIllustrated with six Orange Banners depicting those 16th century Reformers, including their stories and the courageous stand they took for Jesus Christ and His truth. 

CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO DOWNLOAD A PDF FORMAT COPY OF THE BOOKLET

CELEBRATING THE REFORMATION












Also for children there is a sixteen page, colourful well illustrated, easy to understand booklet titled, Martin Luther the Monk Who Shook the World, written by Colin Tinsley.  

CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO DOWNLOAD A PDF FORMAT COPY OF THE BOOKLET

 MARTIN LUTHER: THE MONK WHO SHOOK THE WORLD

Luther 500 Commemoration Free Downloads

To mark and commemorate the 500th anniversary of our great reformer Martin Luther without whom neither organisation would exist today the Royal Black Institution along with the Loyal Orange Institution has published a series of seven leaflets dealing with different aspects of Martin Luthers legacy to the Reformed Protestant faith which rests on the irrevocable principals of Faith alone, Scripture alone all resting upon Christ alone.. You can find individual items via the official Orange & Black download site at:

Luther 500 Official download site

A summary of what each of the downloads subjects cover

 1. Out of Love for the Truth is a 24 page digital booklet edition of the exhibition, giving an overview of the life and theology of Martin Luther.

2. Luther in the British Isles a 28 page digital booklet about Luther's connections with English Reformer William Tyndale and Scottish Reformer Patrick Hamilton.

3. Theologian of the Cross a 28 page digital booklet  of Four short essays on aspects of Martin Luther.

4. They Took Nails a 28 page digital booklet detailing the Five devotions from the life of Martin Luther. (For personal or group discussions)

5. Ten Objects ‘Martin Luther in Ten Objects’ an 8 page digital booklet A simple introduction to Luther for young people.

6. Rediscover the Gospel Truth A single page digital poster to print out and help advertise the project.

7. Justification  A Justification acrostic a single page digital poster to print out and help advertise the project.

 All seven have been combined into one single download at the URL CLICK below. (9.9mb) to go to the download:
 
Luther 500 Leaflet PDF Download

Ashokan Farewell (V)

The sun is sinking low in the sky above Ashokan
The pines and the willows know soon we will part
There's a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken
And a love that will always remain in my heart

My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter
The magic of moving as one
And a time we'll remember long ever after
The moonlight and music and dancing are done

Will we climb the hills once more?
Will we walk the woods together?
Will I feel you holding me close once again?
Will every song we’ve sung stay with us forever?
Will you dance in my dreams or my arms until then?

Under the moon the mountains lie sleeping
Over the lake the stars shine.
They wonder if you and I will be keeping
The magic and music, or leave them behind.

©1983 and 1991 by Swinging Door Music-BMI, PO Box 49, Saugerties, NY 12477

This hauntingly beautiful melody Ashokan Farewell was written in the style of a Scottish lament and commemorated the sense of longing and loss Jay Unger experienced at the finale of the Ashokan Music & Dance camp festivals he and his wife used to attend. It became famous as the theme tune of the American Civil War documentary series. This version is played by Captain Jr Perkins of the Band Of Her Majesty's Royal Marines album titled Ashokan Farewell, and can be purchased from the URL below:

Captain Jr. Perkins Royal Marines album Ashokan Farewell

Vimy Ridge (V)

Sung by Lizzie Hoyt - recorded on her Home album 2005

Early in the morning, the cold snow falling down, Easter of 1917. My love climbed out from the tunnels underground and stepped to no-man’s land in between.

His last night was spent in the ground of the French land; with thousands of men he did wait. He laid down his head upon the barrel of his gun, a dark and cruel symbol of his fate.

Oh, my love can’t touch you now or calm the fear that’s building deep within. Oh, the terror you must have felt, waiting below the hill at Vimy Ridge.

An overpowering thunder from the creeping barrage left no room for thoughts within their minds. Forty pounds loaded down, the horror lingered on imprinted in their memories for all time.

Oh, my love can’t touch you now or calm the fear you’re feeling deep within. Oh, the terror you must have felt, fighting on the hill at Vimy Ridge

A hard thump on his chest stopped time in its tracks; his lucky streak had come and now had passed. Ahead lay the fury, behind was a different scene: a quiet kingdom of death and casualties.

He lay waiting for the stretcher bearer to come. The cold wind froze the clothes to his body. Disbelief came over him “This couldn’t really be for I am now a young man still with dreams!”

Oh, my love can’t touch you now or calm the fear you’re feeling deep within. Oh, the terror you must have felt, dying on the hill at Vimy Ridge.

Early in the morning, the cold snow falling down, Easter of 1917. My love climbed out from the tunnels underground and stepped to no-man’s land in between.

Men of Mourne (V)

 

Brunswick Accordian Band from Annalong Co Down. Playing a piece especially composed for the bands pilgrimage to the battlefields of the Somme. They were following the journies made 100 years before by many young men from their village and surroundings, particularly those who did not return. 

Many of the bands members were able to visit the last resting places of their relatives and pay their respects to them. The tune is entitled appropriately enough "Men of Mourne". It was composed especially for the band just for this occasion at the Menin Gate the memorial to the fallen who were never found. Captain Alex Knox a Scot wrote the music. 

He was for many years a director of music at Kneller Hall. Capt Knox said "When planning the "Men of Mourne", I wanted to represent the Granite Men with a strong melody but have a lilting style to capture the fishing tradition of the village."  

In just four days following the return of the band from Flanders, the clip was visited 16,000 times . 

Enjoy!

On tha Road to Passchendaele (V)

© Alan G Brydon/Major Gavin Stoddart MBE BEM
 
There’s a light that shines in Flanders
As a beacon for the brave
From the distant past it wanders
To recall the lives they gave
And it tells each generation
To be wise and never fail
To remember those who've fallen
On the road to Passchendaele

Chorus (x2)
On the road to Passchendaele
On the road to Passchendaele
Where the brave will live forever
On the road to Passchendaele

Come wi me and I will show you
Why all wars should ever cease
Take a walk among the gravestones
And your tears will cry for peace
For their spirits walk in Flanders
You can hear the grieving wail
For the brave who laid their lives down
On the road to Passchendaele

Chorus (x2)
On the road to Passchendaele
On the road to Passchendaele
Where the brave will live forever
On the road to Passchendaele

Copyright Scocha Recordings Ltd. All rights reserved.

Light on the Path, a Lamp about our Way (V)

(TUNE = HIGHLAND CATHEDRAL)

1. Light on the path, a lamp about our way,
wisdom to lead us through the longest day,
guiding our steps as once the Saviour trod:
here in the Scriptures is the Word of God.

2. Here may we find what Jesus did and said,
see Him in glory, risen from the dead;
claim for ourselves His cross and empty grave
sharing his life with those He came to save.

3. Truth for the seeker as the seed is sown,
bread for the hungry, strength beyond our own;
sword of the Spirit, bidding sin depart:
here is the word of life to warm our heart.

4. Here are the treasures of the realms above,
promise of mercy, never-failing love.
life more abundant by the Spirit given
Christ our companion on the road to heaven.

 

"The Lurgan Volunteer"

This poem was composed by J. McAlinden with the help of fusiliers Creaney, Brady, Toland and ONeill:

We are the local heroes
Who come from Lurgan Town;
We don't forget our comrades
Who come from Portadown.
And God bless our gallant heroes,
That they may never fail,
And when the letters they arrive
They shout, 'Here's the Lurgan Mail'.

Now here's to Sir Edward Carson,
And likewise John Redmond too,
Sure they have joined hand in hand
To make the Germans rue;
Sure we are the 1st Battalion
Of the Royal Irish Fusiliers.
Joined hand in hand to crush the foe
With the Ulster Volunteers.

And when we get to the German trenches
You should hear the Gentians shout;
"My goodness there's the Irishmen,
Now you sentries keep a sharp look out;"
And when we mount the parapet
The German shows fair heels.
 "My goodness straf the Irishmen,
And their fondness for cold steel."

Here's to our hero soldiers,
I tell you one and all
The Lurgan boys turned out in hundreds
When they heard the bugle call;
The bugle sounds the rally,
Our bayonets we fix.
And Hugh Creaney from Arthur Street,
He was ever at his tricks

Also James McAlinden who made the Boches run,
And Jemmy Smyth, the devil,
Sure he's always up to fun;
And when Mac dashes forward
I may tell you, it is true
Sure he is out run by Neil, Brady and Toland,
Who comes from Lurgan too.

And here's to all the Lurgan boys sure
It's them we like to see,
And when we meet in Lurgan town
May we have a jolly spree;
And when we walk down North Street
Right down to the Distillery Hill
Sure we'll shout God strafe the Kaiser
And his nosy son called Bill.

Now here's to the "Lurgan Mail"
That leads the paper band,
So we think when in the trenches
When we get it from friends in Ireland
And when it comes to us we shout
With might and main
Good Luck to all the Lurgan men from Blough
To the Long Plain.

I'll Trust in Thee (V)

1. Though thunders roll and darkened be the sky,
I'll trust in thee!
Though joys may fade and prospects droop and die,
I'll trust in thee!
No light may shine upon life's rugged way,
Sufficient is thy grace from day to day.

2. I'm not outside thy providential care,
I'll trust in thee!
I'll walk by faith thy chosen cross to bear,
I'll trust in thee!
Thy will and wish I know are for the best,
This gives to me abundant peace and rest.

3. Thy word is sure, thy promise never fails,
I'll trust in thee!
A hiding place thou art when Hell assails,
I'll trust in thee!
I conquer all while hiding 'neath thy wing,
And in the storm sweet songs of triumph sing.

4. I'm pressing on towards my home in Heaven,
I'll trust in thee!
Where crowns of life to faithful ones are given,
I'll trust in thee!
This hope is mine, through Jesus crucified,
And all through grace I shall be glorified.

   John Lawley (1859-1922)
Music: Sandon (A favourite silver band tune) 

The Old Noble Flag

It`s only a small bit of bunting,
It`s only an old coloured rag,
Yet thousands have died for its honour
And shed their best blood for the flag.

It`s charged with the cross of St Andrews,
Which, of old, Scotland`s heroes has led:
It carries the cross of St Patrick,
For which Ireland`s bravest have bled.

Joined with these is the English ensign,
St George`s red cross on the white field,
Round which, from King Richard to Wellington,
Britons conquer or die, but ne`er yield.

We hoist it to show our devotion
To our Queen, to our country and laws
It`s the outward and visible emblem
Of advancement and liberty`s cause.

You may say it`s an old bit of bunting,
You may call it an old coloured rag;
But the freedom has made it majestic,
And time has ennobled our flag.

The Somme by Bakerloo Junction (V)

The sun was shinning brightly the sky larks soared above

Their songs were drifting sweetly across the fields of waving corn

Where our Irish boys were lying some sleeping on the ground

Dreaming of their loved ones in far off distant towns

Welcome waves the corn me boys the battle has begun

Welcome waves the corn me boys the battle hymn is sung

Onward Christian soldiers onward now we go

Liberty and freedom our children they must know

On that July morning many brave men fell

As they marched into battle into that smoldering hell

But still they kept on going not a man did flinch

     For peace to give their children they would not move an inch

 And now as I stand at Belfast's City Hall

I think about those men who died at the Somme

The peace that was hard fought for it slowly fades away

         Please God to our country bring a new and peaceful day

 

Gallant Orange Soldier Boy of 98 (V)

I am a humble Orangeman, my father he was one,
The mantle that the sire once wore has fallen to the son,
He ranks with those who quelled their foes, the foes of church & state,
The gallant Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.
The gallant Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.

The light which led their spirits on o’er battlefield did shine,
Each breast was freedoms temple pure, each heart was freedoms shrine,
As sinks the day in glorious ray, some song unbrights their fate,
The gallant Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.
The gallant Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.

To guard the faith which Luther preached, the right which William won,
The Orangeman relies upon his Bible and his gun,
He prays for peace yet war will face, when rebels congregate
Just like the Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.
Just like the Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.

“Who Fears To Speak of ‘98”, 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 to guard their prate,
As did the Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.
As did the Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.

In peace like watchful silent stars do Orangemen remain,
In war their energies are like the surges of the main
And each true hearted Orangeman would smile tho’ death awaits,
As did the Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.
As did the Orange soldier boy, who fought in ’98.

 Orange Soldier Boy was written in response to a nationalist political ballad, Who fears to speak of ’98? Originally written as a poem by John Kells Ingram (1824-1907) who was born in Ulster at Templecarne near Pettigo in County Donegal

The Crown Of London - Scottish Covenanter's Song (V)

© 2000 Kris Drever from his album, Mark the Hard Earth; Song title: The Crown of London

My name is Jamie Penman, i'm a weaver by trade,
In the the town of Bigger, I was born and bread,
And me and Johnny Rankin, we marched to Bothwell Brig,
By faith and by our conscience, we were led,

Side by side, we stood against the Crown,
But the Covenanting flower, was cut down,
And with tears of frustration, in our eyes turned and fled,

5,000 Covenanters were chaffed, before a wind,
That roared upon us, from the fires of hell,
And Clavourhouse and Monmouth,, for pleasure maimed and killed,
And I saw things no man, should ever tell,

Ah not for me, a martyrs joy,
Only chains of shame, under heaven's eye,
In Greyfriars Kirkyard, to suffer its mocking bell,

And not for the first time I cried,
Angry in the face of my God,
But never a whisper in reply,

Onboard the Crown of London, there's a stinking fever hold,
And we were dragged roughly, crammed inside,
No food or any water, and hardly any air,
For 15 days we sweated, choked and cried,

We thought that ship, was satan's curse,
But when she set sail, it was ten times worse,
And no one gave a damn, if we lived or if we died,

We were bound for Jamaica, to be plantation slaves,
Far from those gentle hills, that held our homes,
But sailing up to Orkney, a black storm ripped the sky,
And on those jagged cliffs, the Crown was thrown,

The ship's crew scrambled, over the rocks,
But the wicked bastards, left the hatches locked,
And abandoned us to drown there, like rats beneath the foam,

And not for the first time i cried,
Angry in the face of my God,
But never a whisper in reply,

And we were being swallowed, by a vicious hungry sea,
The water blasted through, the timbers tore,
In panic and confusion, one hatch was broken wide,
And some of us were spat, towards the shore,

That water seemed so dark and cold,
But not so dark as the flooded hold,
For 200 men who will lie there evermore,

And not for the first time i cried,
Angry in the face of my God,
But this time, the Heaven's opened wide,
With the crash and the roar, of anger and pride,

And i turned from the deep, dragging my feet,
To search in the dark, for the road.

The Covenanter Soldier - Scottish Covenanter's Song (V)

Yeh seen ah wus named outlaw, and ah fought against the king, 
Mah wife and weans condemned wae me, feh the praises we did sing 
Four little wurds wee’l niver say, wee’l no say them at ahh
And ah’ll gae mah life fer mah beliefs, again king chairlies law 

Ah'm a Covenanters sodier and a hod tae mah beliefs 
Against dragoons and lairds sae fine, who are little mair than thiefs
But though ah wus an outlaw, when ah stairted on this fight 
Ah noo stand fer the King sir, on the side of truth an right  
 

At Drumclog and Bothwell Bridge, we tried tae mak a stand
If they caught us. they would hang us, and cut off wer heids and hans
Wae ministers tae lead us and despite the prayers we prayed,
Many died in battle, through the errors that were made

CHORUS
 

It was the Graham of Claverhoose, who herried thru wer land,
Cuttin doon the common fowk, wae bluid upon he’s hans
But little did he know then, that his line was runnin thin 
Fer soon the Covenanters, would be comin aifther him
 

CHORUS

When William and Mary, were crowned the King and Queen 
The Kirk it was put back, tae tha whey that it had been
But Claverhoose, he went and raised, an army frae the north
And this time frae, the King again, we haid tae prove wer worth

CHORUS

We met at Killycrankie and ootnumbered though he wus
Dundee he was experienced, they’d fought in many wars
But even though, he won the day, history will recall
James Stuarts plans were forfeit, when Claverhoose did fall

CHORUS

Mah fightin days wer over, and ahm back hame once again
Av’e been ootlaw and Kings sodier, ave seen mah share o pain
But if mah life and mah beliefs, are once mair under threat
Then rest assured, that once mair, ahll defend them tae the death.

CHORUS