'Derry's Walls

The time has scarce gone by boys
Two hundred years ago
When Rebels on old Derry's Walls
Their faces dare not show
When James and all his rebel band
Came up to Bishops Gate
With heart and hand and sword and shield
We caused them to retreat.

Chorus.

Then fight and don''t surrender
But come when duty calls,
With heart and hand and sword and shield
We''ll guard old Derry''s Walls.

The blood it did flow in the streams
Full many a winter's night
They knew the Lord was on their side
To help them in the fight
They only stood upon the walls
Determined for to fight,
To fight and gain the victory
And hoist the Crimson high;

Chorus.

At last, at last with one broadside
kind heavens sent their aid
The boom was broke that crossed Foyle
And James he was dismayed
The Banner, boys that floated
Was run aloft with joy
God bless the hands that broke the boom
And saved Apprentice Boys.

Londonderry on the Foyle

Tonight I dream about my Maiden city
I''ll go back to the days I spent there as a boy
I dream about the friends I left behind me
in my city, Londonderry on the Foyle

Well my mother she writes to my here twice weekly
and she tells me all the things are going on
and she tells me of the bombings and the shootings
in my city, Londonderry on the Foyle

But tonight I lay upon my bed I''m dreaming
I am dreaming of the friends I left behind me
And I dream about my sweetheart in the Fountain
In my city, Londonderry on the Foyle

But once more I am coming home aboard the steamship
On Lough Foyle once more I''m passing by Culmore
And I see those old walls still standing
They're round my city Londonderry on the Foyle

I can see the old cathedral it''s still standing
and not far away the old Memorial Hall
And I see the crimson banner, it''s still flying
Over my city Londonderry on the Foyle.

Derry's Walls

The time has scarce gone round boys
Two hundred years ago
When rebels on old Derry’s walls
Their faces dare not show
When James and all his rebel band
Came up to Bishop’s Gate
With heart in hand and sword and shield
We caused him to retreat

Then fight and don’t surrender
But come when duty calls
With heart and hand and sword and shield
We’ll guard old Derry ‘s walls

For blood did flow in crimson streams
Full many a winter’s night
They knew the Lord was on their side
To help them in the fight
They nobly stood upon the walls
Determined for to die
To fight and gain the victory
And raise the crimson high

Then fight and don’t surrender
But come when duty calls
With heart and hand and sword and shield
We’ll guard old Derry ‘s walls

At last, at last with one broadside
Kind heaven sent them aid
The boom that crossed the Foyle was broke
And James he was dismayed
The banner, boys, that floated
Was run aloft with joy
God bless the hands that broke the boom
And saved the ‘prentice boys

Then fight and don’t surrender
But come when duty calls
With heart and hand and sword and shield
We’ll guard old Derry ‘s walls

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.

Eighteenth of December

(Tune — “Derry’s Walls”)

Awake, you loyal Orangemen,
Get ready for the battle,
For popish knaves now scheme and plan,
And treason loudly prattle.
Unfurl your good old Orange flag,
Old Derry’s Walls remember,
And tell those cowardly sons of Rome,
You never will surrender.

Then here’s to the brave old ‘Prentice Boys,
Who never will surrender;
Who celebrate their victory gained
On the Eighteenth of December.

When Gladstone rushed his Home Rule Bill,
Devoid of sense or reason,
Backed up by men he once denounced,
As steeped to the lips in treason,
‘Twas then brave Ulster’s sons declared
Their firm determination
To guard the rights their fathers gained,
And have no separation.

Then here’s to the brave old ‘Prentice Boys,
Who never will surrender;
Who celebrate their victory gained
On the Eighteenth of December.

At Derry, Aughrim, and the Boyne,
Our banners waved victorious;
At Enniskillen and Diamond, too,
We chased the foe before us.
And should they dare to rise again,
Pope, traitor or Pretender,
Old Scotland’s sons will man their guns,
With shouts of “No Surrender”.

Then here’s to the brave old ‘Prentice Boys,
Who never will surrender;
Who celebrate their victory gained
On the Eighteenth of December.

King William III

(Tune — “When the Kye came hame”)

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 honour’d
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 is his memory
“Pious, Glorious, and Immortal” too;
Would that all Great Britain’s Rulers,
To the truth, like him, were true!

King William's Day

The glorious days of Aughrim’s field —
The day of chivalry
We’ll ne’er forget, when helm and shield
Were bless’d with victory!
Like wildfire flashed our engines, then
Red havoc spread dismay;
Up, rouse ye, then, my merry Orangemen,
It is King William’s day!
To blast the torch of Liberty,
Which our brave sires once fired,
False James — the slave of bigotry —
With Papist foes conspired
But history’s page tells where and when
We made them run away;
Up, rouse ye, then, my merry Orangemen,
It is King William’s day!

Another Boyne may have its fray;
Another Aughrim rise;
Another Londonderry may Shew where its martyr lies.
And should such scenes blaze forth again —
Stand close upon that day;
Up, rouse ye, then, my merry Orangemen,
It is King William’s day!

No Surrender

Behold the crimson banners float,
O’er yonder turfret hoary.
It tells of days of mighty note,
And Derry’s deathless glory,
When her brave Sons undaunted stood,
Embattled to defend her
Indignant stemmed oppression’s flood
And sang out “No surrender”.

Then here’s to the boys that fear no noise,
And never will surrender.
The gates we’ll close against her foes,
On the eighteenth of December.

Old Derry’s walls were firm and strong,
Well fenced in ev’ry quarter.
Each frowning bastion grim along,
With culverin and mortar.
But Derry had a surer guard
Than all that art could lend her.
Her ‘prentice hearts the gates who barred
And sang out “No surrender”.

Then here’s to the boys that fear no noise,
And never will surrender.
The gates we’ll close against her foes,
On the eighteenth of December.

On came the foe in bigot ire,
And fierce assault was given.
By shot and shell, mid stream of fire,
Her fatal roofs were riven.
But baffled was the tyrant’s wrath,
And vain his hope to bend her.
For still ‘mid famine, fire and death
She rang out “No surrender”.

Then here’s to the boys that fear no noise,
And never will surrender.
The gates we’ll close against her foes,
On the eighteenth of December.

Again, when treason maddened round,
And rebel hordes were swarming,
Were Derry’s sons the foremost found
For king and country arming.
And forth they rushed at honour’s call,
From age to boyhood tender.
Again to man there virgin wall,
And sang out “No surrender”.

Then here’s to the boys that fear no noise,
And never will surrender.
The gates we’ll close against her foes,
On the eighteenth of December.

Long may the crimson banner wave,
A meteor streaming airy.
Portentous of the free and brave,
Who manned the walls of Deny.
And Derry’s Sons alike defy Pope,
traitor or pretender,
And ring to heaven their ‘prentice cry
Their patriot “No surrender”.

Then here’s to the boys that fear no noise,
And never will surrender.
The gates we’ll close against her foes,
On the eighteenth of December.

The Victory of The Boyne

(Air “The Standard Bearer”)

High hearts were gather’d to a mortal fight,
Upon the banks of Erin’s famous river;
One army battling only for the right,
The other to bind chains on us for ever
Chains that our fathers nobly scorn’d to wear,
And so they cross’d the Boyne, Great William leading
Soon was King James o’erwhelmed with despair,
And William on to victory proceeding.

Then flow’d the river calmly as before,
Tho’ deeply crimson’d with the recent slaughter;
And none but slaves or tyrants could deplore,
That glorious William crossed the Boyne Water;
For there the kingly chief and warrior strove,
To shield our fathers from a yoke oppressing,
And save for them all that their hearts could love,
The rights and liberties we’re now possessing.

It was a victory which placed the throne;
Beyond the reach of tyrants or pretenders;
Bright were the laurels on their brows which shone,
Who were in this great strife the faith’s defenders;
Who, wishing to their fellow-men no ill,
Still freedom lov’d, and earnestly they sought her;
Duty’s high task they all dar’d to fulfil,
And won, like heroes, at the Boyne Water.

And since that battle crush’d the Popish sway,
Brought glory, peace, and freedom to the nation,
We will, no matter what pale bigots say,
Still hold the day in glad commemoration.
Here’s to the memory of the Orange Prince!
The ‘Prentice Boys who Derry’s Walls defended;
And all the good, and tried, and brave men since,
Who for the faith and freedom have contended!