Then let us cherish, wise and free, Sires of William's Glorious Reign. Genius of Erin's Emerald Isle, In all thy ancient glory rise! And teach thy sons at death to smile, While this proud strain ascends the skies: "Sires of William's glorious reign, "Triumph in your sons again." Awake, true sons of Erin, wake, Attend your King and country's call, Beneath your bands shall treason shake, Beneath your arms shall treason fall! "Sires of William's glorious reign, "In their sons shall fight again." Hark! down the Boyne's immortal flood, Flows this sublime triumphant sound, Where, like yon column, firm they stood, Till victory's self their virtues crowned: "Sires of William's glorious reign, "Bid their sons their right maintain," Hark! how from Aughrim's blood-stained field Stained with the blood that warms your heart- “Trust their sons to guard this plain." "Sires of William's glorious reign, Again shall Enniskillen pour Her heroes, for their rights to die; Shall traitors, tyrants, Frenchmen, fly: The men of Erin catch the flame, "Sires of William's glorious reign, While vanquished Erin. While vanquished Erin weeps beside The Boyne's triumphant river, The guardian spirits of its tide In vain you speed your vengeful darts, Oh! long shall Erin weep in vain, And sounds with rancour'd, poisoned breath] Still fraught with vengeance, hate and death, As emblems of her station. Each year as vanquish'd, she shall mourn, By that immortal river, Its faithful guardians still return, This bitter draught to give her: Then proudly flow till time is o'er, For freedom gilds thy favoured shore, And dearly have we bought her; The hearts that she has linked this day, The Orange Lily. And did you go to see the show, each rose and pink-adilly, O! To feast your eyes, and view the prize, won by the Orange Lily, O! Heigho, the lily, O! The royal, loyal lily, O! Beneath the sky What flower can vie With Erin's Orange Lily, O! The Viceroy there, so debonaire, just like a daffadilly, O, With Lady Clarke, blithe as a lark, approached the Orange Lily, O, Heigho, &c. Then starting back, he cried, good lack! some say he looked quite silly, O! "Oh! deed of woe! must I bestow, the prize upon the lily, O!" Heigho, &c. Sir Charley, too, looked very blue, while laughed Horse Master Billy, O, To think his Ex Orange lily, O! a flower should vex; and that an Heigho, &c. A fairer flower, throughout the bower, he sought but willy, nilly, O, Orange Lily, O! With moistened eyes, he gave the prize to Erin's Heigho, &c. The lowland field may roses yield, gay heaths the high. land hilly, O; But high or low, no flower can show, like Erin's Orange Lily, O! Heigho, &c. Let dandies fine in Bond-street shine, gay nymphs in Piccadilly, O, But fine or gay must yield the day to Erin's Orange Lily, O! Heigho, &c. The elated muse, to hear the news, jumped like a Connaught filly, O, As gossip Fame did loud proclaim, the triumph of the lily, O! Heigho, &c. Then come, brave boys, and share her joys, and toast the health of Willy, O, Who bravely won on Boyne's red shore, the royal Orange Lily, O! Heigho, the lily, O! The Royal Orange Lily, O! Fair Freedom's flower! May each kind power, Protect the Orange Lily, O! On the Death of the Rev. George Walker. b; Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb The Saviour has passed through the portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. |