God Save The Queen

God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen:
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save the Queen.

O Lord, our God, arise,
Scatter her enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God save us all.

Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign:
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice
God save the Queen.

Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world o'er.

From every latent foe,
From the assassins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!

Lord grant that Marshal Wade
May by thy mighty aid
Victory bring.
May he sedition hush,
And like a torrent rush,
Rebellious Scots to crush.
God save the Queen!

Loyal Heart

From Loyal veins my life I drew
In Loyal arms I lay
From Loyal Lips that Lessons new
That led me day by day
And hearts to rest in Loyal Breast
And rocked on Loyal knee
They wore and grew and thank God too
A Loyal Heart in me.

Then came the day for all to view
When scorn and lies held sway
Those evil men with no virtue
They swore my life away
But for dare or ill I am Loyal Still
They never can decree
To force retreat or stop the beat
The Loyal Heart in me.

At times I sigh at times I rest
Amid Scenes and faces strange
The passing years have in my breast
Brought little or no change
Memories of old ever bright I hold
Since rocked on Loyal knee
And for her sake no jail will break
This Loyal Heart in me.

Hands Across the Water

Just across the Irish Sea
Stirs a heart of Loyalty
Raised in Honour and in dignity
Drives a will to keep us British free
Not alone are we on this journey
For in a land just across the sea
Is a hand that reaches out in friendship
And a bond thats lasted centuries

And it''s hands across the water
Reaching out for you and me
For Queen, For Ulster and For Scotland
Helps to keep our Loyal people free
Let the cry be "No Surrender"
Let no-one doubt this Loyalty
Reaching out to the Brave Red Hand of Ulster
Is the hand across the sea

Wake, Sons of William, Wake

(Air “La Belle Cathrine”)

Wake, sons of William, wake,
For God the thrones of kings doth shake;
Truth and freedom are at stake,
And dangers lurk around.
Hark! we hear
Sounds of fear,
That startle not the brave man’s ear;
They seem to say
That Papal sway
May through this isle abound.

Wake, Sons of William, wake,
For God the thrones of kings doth shake;
Truth and freedom are at stake,
And dangers lurk around.

Arise, one matchless band,
And, like your fathers, bravely stand,
For God, for Home, and Fatherland,
In all your proud array!
Truth doth shine,
With power divine,
On hearts that are religion’s shrine.
Faith and love
Towered God above
Take earthly cares away.

Wake, Sons of William, wake,
For God the thrones of kings doth shake;
Truth and freedom are at stake,
And dangers lurk around.

See how our rulers now
To Papal arts will bow;
And oh! shall we not vow
To shield our fathers’ fame?
They would bind
Heart and mind;
Soul and body bruise and grind!
And shall we
Such recreants be
As bear the wrong and shame?

Wake, Sons of William, wake,
For God the thrones of kings doth shake;
Truth and freedom are at stake,
And dangers lurk around.

When Nassau to our aid
High wielded Freedom’s blade;
Rome’s hosts were prostrate laid,
By the great warrior King.
And shall we,
Bold and free,
Fear our stricken enemy?
No; for they
Who’d bear Rome’s sway
Shall also feel her sting!

Wake, Sons of William, wake,
For God the thrones of kings doth shake;
Truth and freedom are at stake,
And dangers lurk around.

What doubter still would pause
To maintain our glorious cause?
Now, rise for Church and laws,
And for our gracious Queen!
United, then,
Brave-hearted men,
You’ll win Truth’s victory once again;
And this your ide,
In Heaven’s bright smile,
All glorious shall be seen!

The Orangemen of Ireland

(Tune “The Old Orange Tree”)

When Satan sat in Parliament, the Popish Bill to pass,
He laid a snare to force us all to worship him at mass;
The religion of the Bible to abandon and disown,
And bow, like Indian savages, before his gloomy throne.
The Orangemen of Ireland to meet him were not there
To snaffle him, to baffle him, and break his wily snare.

When Satan’s own defenders raised their heads in ninety-five,
‘Tis true of them, but few of them can now be found alive,
When they struck the weak and timorous with terror and affright,
And traversed all the provinces in multitudes by night.
The Orangemen of Ireland then started to their post,
Confronted them, and hunted them, until the cause was lost.

When Sampson, and when Emmet, in the days of ninety-eight,
Had plotted a rebellion to destroy the Church and State;
When the rebels they had organised, with muskets took the field,
To make the Lord Lieutenant and legislators yield,
The Orangemen of Ireland, unaided and alone,
Undaunted stood, and shed their blood, and conquered for the throne.

Though watching for calamity on Britain’s happy land,
To massacre the Protestants in readiness they stand;
Though their Demagogues have told us that the night we ought to watch,
When the murderer shall raise his hand to lift our bedroom latch;
The Orangemen of Ireland, all steady to the Crown,
May rise again with might and main, and put the reptiles down.