The House of Orange Stan Rogers

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Their sons have no politics. None can recall
Allegiance from long generations before
O'this or O'that name can't matter at all
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

[Verse 3]
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 maimed 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