The Bright Orange Banner

When William landed from the main, And wavedthe Orange Standard round Rejoicing millions formed his train, And Popish tyrants bit the ground. Hail! Thou bright colour! Triumphant banner wave! O’er Papal ruins, And rebellion’s grave. 2. The First bright morning in July, Our brilliant ensign flutterning stream’d Ten thousand voices rent the sky, And conquering William’s falchion gleamed. Hail! Thou bright colour! Triumphant banner wave! O’er Papal ruins, and rebellion’s grave.

3. The war steed of our gallant Prince Neigh’d proudly to the trumpet’s soun d; So fair a sight has not been since That stately charger paw’d the ground. Hail! Thou bright colour! Triumphant banner wave! O’er Papal ruins, and rebellion’s grave. 4. Onward he bore his precious load, Appall’d the apostate rebels fled, Onward the church’s champion rode, The Orange Standard  o’eer his head. Hail! Thou bright colour! Triumphant banner wave! O’er Papal ruins, and rebellion’s grave.

5. The Priesthood fell-Revellion howl’d Our conquering banner waved on high; The superstition dying scowled, And truth unfetter’d burst the sky. Hail! Thou bright colour! Triumphant banner wave! O’er Papal ruins, and rebellion’s grave.

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