The Twelfth

Someday I'll go back home to Ireland, Be it only on the Twelfth of July, To see again the lilies and sweet William, And to watch the Orangemen passing by. To see again King William on the banner, For on that day my old heart fills with pride, To see again that silver haired old lady, Queen Victoria painted on the other side, Now the winds that blow across the sea to Ulster, Are perfumed by the lilies as they blow, And the signs and emblems painted on the banner, Speak a language that the Fenians do not know. Now King James first met King William at Boyne Water, For he met his master on that fateful morn', But he might as well as tried to stop a cyclone, Than to stop that little army he had scorned. And if there's going to be a fight here after, We will fight to keep all Ulster pure and free, And we'll make the Fenian blood flow down like water, From the Belfast Lock into the Irish Sea, And if there's going to be a fight here after, We will fight to keep all Ulster pure and free, And we'll make the Fenian blood flow down like water, From the Belfast Lock into the Irish Sea. Words traditional Music by Soll using AI generated software