The Relief of Derry

The dreadful days are over, no more the cannons roar,
King James has lost the battle and his flag is seen no more
And here are we renowned and free by maiden walls surrounded —
Poor rebel knaves,
vatican slaves,
Fly from the wrath of the orange and blue.

The Dartmouth spreads her canvas, her purple pennants wave,
We hail the gallant Browning who all our lives did save;
Like Noah’s dove
sent from above
he brought us peace and safety —
Through flood and flame,
our hero came,
Bringing relief for the orange and blue.

The vessel strikes the traitrous boom, does pitch and reel and strand
Our papish foes cry out our doom and OPEN GATES demand;
And shrill and high
we raise the cry
of anguish, grief and pity —
While black with care,
and deep despair,
We do prepare to mourn the orange and blue.

But heaven — sent guide and one broadside the gallant barque rebounds
And favouring gale does fill the sail whilst hill and vale resounds;
The joy-bells ring :
GOD SAVE THE KING,
farewell to grief and sadness —
Poor rebel knaves,
vatican slaves,
Fly from the wrath of the orange and blue.