Oh it was old and it was beautiful
And the colours, they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and The Boyne
Oh, me father often wore it
In the bygone days of yore
So on the 12th I love to wear the sash me father wore
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
They thought for the glory of Religion
(Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of The Boyne
It was on the banks of the river Boyne
The raging battle blazed
Two foreign kings were fighting for
The English throne they craved
Now James was backed by Louis of France
Which gave the Irish hope
Of regaining their land and liberty
While King Billy was backed by Pope
(The Pope? Who? What?)
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
They thought for the glory of Religion
(Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of The Boyne
Now the armies faced across the Boyne
The cannon clings and pongs
Two foreign kings were scrabbling for
The right to England's throne
The James the coward, he ran away
And left the battle scene
The Jacobites wore no white hackle
And the Billy Boys wore the green
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
They thought for the glory of Religion
(Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of The Boyne
Now these days are gone and it's time to forgot
The fights fought long ago
King Billy and James are in the grave
Where you can't tell friend from foe
So lets meet again on the slopes of the Boyne
And view the sash so fine
Then it's forward we look
And united we will be, when there's no more border line
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
They thought for the glory of Religion
(Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of The Boyne
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
They thought for the glory of Religion
(Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of The Boyne