ORANGE SONGS » The Orangemen of Crossmaglen

I'll sing a song of history long,
A struggle for the ulster we all love,
A border town, a village strong,
Whose people made allegiance to the crown,

In Crossmaglen, theres Orangemen,
Whose patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the Orangemen in Crossmaglen,

The IRA's bazoka's roar,
Their armalites go crackle in the night,
But pretty soon, they'll know the score,
The P.A.F. are joining in the fight,

In Crossmaglen, theres Orangemen,
Whose patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the Orangemen in Crossmaglen,

The IRA in Crossmaglen,
Who've killed and maimed the Protestants at home,
And tried to spread their genocide,
Will have to find their sanctuary in Rome,

In Crossmaglen, theres Orangemen,
Whose patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the Orangemen in Crossmaglen,

And some day soon 10,000 strong,
The Ulstermen will march from Belfast town,
To help their Brothers fight the foe,
And rid the IRA from ulsters land,

In Crossmaglen, theres Orangemen,
Whose patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the Orangemen in Crossmaglen

In Crossmaglen, theres Orangemen,
Whose patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the Orangemen in Crossmaglen.