The House Of Orange Lyrics

Stan Rogers - The House Of Orange Lyrics

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The House Of Orange Lyrics

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care what your politics are, when

our children are dying in the streets, it's time to put away the guns."  He

said he'd never write a political song, but he did and we thank him for it.  It

is fitting that it be the last on the album as it was the last one he wrote.]

I took back my hand and I showed him the door

No dollar of mine would I part with this day

For fueling the engines of bloody cruel war

In my forefather's land far away.

Who fled the first Famine wearing all that they owned,

Were called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,

And built the Grand Trunk here, and found a new home

Wherever their children were born.

Their sons have no politics.  None call recall

Allegiance from long generations before.

O'this or O'that name just can't mean a thing

Or be cause enough for to war.

And meanwhile my babies are safe in their home,

Unlike their pale cousins who shiver and cry

While kneecappers nail their poor Dads to the floor

And teach them to hate and to die.

It's those cruel beggars who spurn the fair coin.

The peace for their kids they could take at their will.

Since the day old King Billy prevailed at the Boyne,

They've bombed and they've slain and they've killed.

Now they cry out for money and wail at the door

But Home Rule or Republic, 'tis all of it shame;

And a curse for us here who want nothing of war.

We're kindred in nothing but name.

All rights and all wrongs have long since blown away,

For causes are ashes where children lie slain.

Yet the damned U.D.I and the cruel I.R.A.

Will tomorrow go murdering again.

But no penny of mine will I add to the fray.

"Remember the Boyne!" they will cry out in vain,

For I've given my heart to the place I was born

And forgiven the whole House of Orange

King Billy and the whole House of Orange.