The Orange Gathering Song

by Rev. Mr. Innis
(Air — “The British Grenadiers”)

From every hill and valley,
From every strath and glen,
Ho! rally Northmen and rally,
Display your strength again.
Come, all ye that are true yet,
Come gather quick and fast,
Hurrah! ye can renew yet
The glories of the past.
Rear, rear the flag!
Strike, strike the drum!
In proud procession join.
Let cowards quail,
while freemen hail,
The Battle of the Boyne.

‘Tis now no time for dreaming,
No time to take repose,
When traitor men are scheming
To sell you to your foes;
Aye, truth and honour scorning,
Your freedom they would blast,
But read to them this warning,
The memory of the past.
And rear the flag,
and strike the drum,
In proud procession join.
Let traitors quail,
while true men hail,
The Battle of the Boyne.

Fermanagh! ever ready,
The warder of our land,
And Cavan, tried and steady,
Send forth your loyal band;
And Monaghan, stout-hearted,
In danger never last.
Up! show ‘tis not departed,
The spirit of the past.
And rear the flag
and strike the drum!
In proud procession join.
Foemen! give place,
ye know our race
—The victors of the Boyne.

From fair Tirowen’s border,
All round to Donegal,
Come, ranking out in order —
Come gather one and all;
Ho! Derrymen! awaken,
Abroad your banner cast,
E’en now the day is breaking,
The weary night is past.
Ho! rear the flag!
ho! strike the drum,
In proud procession join;
So freemen ought,
whose fathers fought,
And conquered at the Boyne.

Armagh the call is sounding,
Send out thy every man.
Thy true hearts, Down,
are bounding, From
Strangford to the Bairn;
Antrim — aye, thou’rt true yet,
Rank out thy legion vast,
Alone thou couldst renew yet,
The glories of the past.
With flaunting flag
and rolling drum,
In proud procession join.
No rabble ye, but yoemen free,
Like those who crossed the Boyne.

Fling out our glorious banner
Make music’s merry chime;
Let Northern breezes fan her,
As in the olden time.
And trust in God on high, boys,
Be faithful to the last.
The future will outvie, boys,
The glories of the past.
Rear, rear the flag!
Strike, strike the drum!
In proud procession join,
Hurrah, hurrah, we hail this day,
The Battle of the Boyne.