By the blood of your fathers, the martyrs of old,|
By the honor and courage that never were sold,
By the throne that you love, and the faith you revere,
Up, Orangemen! Up! And in phalanx appear.
2. By the dread recollection of horrors long past,
3. By all that kind heaven or earth can afford,|
By religion and laws, and by torture abhor'd
By base superstition and priestcraft, and crime,
Up, Orangement!Up! 'tis the crisis of time.
4. By wife, home, and children, by friends and kin,
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