The glorious day of Aughrim's field|
The day of chivalry
We'll ne'er forget, when helm and shield
Were bless'd with victory!
Like wildfire flashed our engines, then
Red havoc spread dismay;
Up, rouse ye, then, my merry Orangemen
It is King William's day!
2. To blast the torch of Liberty.|
Which our brave sires once fired.
False James-the slave of bigotry-
With Papist foes conspired.
But history's page tells where and when
We made them run away;
3. Another Boyne may have its fray;
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