Here under its ample and wide spreading shade,
Our vows shall to loyalty ever be paid;
It is now in full growth as well as full bearing,
The glory, the pride, aud the boast of green Erin.
So advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen,
Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again.
There it
prospers without any labour or toil,
Agrees with the clime, and unites with the soil,
And long shall its verdure remain in full force-
So long as King William bestrides his grey horse.
Then advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen
Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again.
And long shall the hero, our champion, be seen,
Bestriding that horse to adorn College-green;
In orange and purple superbly arrayed,
While he smiles at his boys when they form on parade
And in their full chorus so cheerful advance,
The pride of green Erin-the terror of France.
So let those all know who against us petition,
Their impotent malice we hold in derision;
No wonder that while their meek parliament sits,
That we frighten the upstarts quite out of their wits.
While in a full chorus we pray for success
To the manly and spirited Derry address.
Now, to put to due shame all affected vexation,
We report as at large in our first declaration,
That if men will be loyal and true to the laws,
Under one gracious King and in one noble cause,
Till our globe is dissolved and mortality ends,
We'll advance in full chorus and hail them as friends
The Twelfth of July.
When William, fired with glory's cause,
Cross'd Boyne's silver flood,
He freed us from all Popish laws,
And nobly shed his blood.
For us he braved the raging sea, 'Twas in our cause he bled; "Death, death," he cried, " or victory!" And on his troops he led.
Then swift before his conquering arm
James and his legions flew :
Not Priest, nor Mass, nor Pope could harm
The hero of true True Blue.
He fought and conquered; glorious day!
On which he set us free;
Triumphant raise each Orange lay
And bless his memory.
Go, Fame! thy golden trumpet sound,
Let angels join the theme,
And earth and sea, and sky resound
In praise of William's name.
Yes, Fame! thy golden trumpet sound,
And all the nations fill;
From pole to pole the theme resound,
The Orange triumphs still.
Wherefore is the name of WILLIAM
Such a watchword to the free?
Why do we still prize and honour
His immortal memory?
Not because he was a hero,
Nor a statesman, nor a King; But because the truth he honoured More than every other thing.
Not because he was the leader
Of our fathers in the field,
Nor because to kingly traitors
He, more kingly, would not yield;
But because for truth he battled,
And because for truth he bled;
And because for truth he conquered
With the heroes he had led.
Therefore was the PRINCE of Orange
Honoured and beloved by those
Who defied Rome's usurpation,
And became her mightiest foes.
Therefore was his memory "Pious,
Glorious, and Immortal," too.
Would that all Great Britain's rulers
To the truth, like him, were true.
For Faction we meet not.
For faction we meet not-leave that to the foes
Of religion and order and peace;
But when bad men combine to disturb our repose,
When the wiles of the wicked increase;
When in daylight unblushing Rome's minions unite
With pale Infidelity's band,
It is time for all good men to put forth their might
In defence of the laws of the land!
Arise, men of Britain! respond to the call
Of your homes. Be your firmness revived;
Awake! it will prelude the demagogue's fall,-
From your slumber his strength is derived.
From cradle to crutch to extirpate our race,
Is the foeman's relentless command;
But he rages in vain if all true men embrace
In defence of the laws of the land!
To strengthen the throne, and our rights to proclaim, Of the three old estates of the realm;
To encourage the loyal, the guilty restrain,
With confusion the traitor o'erwhelm ;
Be the bond of our friendship, and, oh! may we long Thus united for liberty stand;
Concede, we're defeated!
In defence of the laws of our land!
Fill to the brim! now drink to him
Of proud, immortal memory!
Who crossed the wave-the bold-the brave
To make our fathers' country free!
Sons of the free, then drink with me,
In mem❜ry of our brave defender!
Come, fill each glass, and let it pass-
Our toast shall still be "No Surrender."
Here are we met-we'll ne'er forget
The day our valiant sires assembled,
And stood in might, and fought for right,
While tyrants crouch'd and traitors tremble
Then-from the heart-before we part,
We'll give "Our valiant, brave defender!
Come, fill each glass, and let it pass—
Our toast shall still be "No Surrender!"
No Surrender.
Behold! the crimson banners float
O'er yonder turrets hoary!
They tell of days of matchless note,
And Derry's deathless glory;
When her brave sons undaunted stood
Embattled to defend her,
Indignant stemmed oppression's flood,
And sung out" No Surrender !"
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