ORANGE SONGS » Harthill Village

Have you ever seen the Orangemen on the Twelth day of July,
Have you ever seen the brethren as proudly they march by,
Have you heard the masters orders, have you heard the chapmans call,
Put on your Orange ragalia for we march right through Harthill.

It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
Are all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.

For we number twenty thousand as proudly we march down,
Those streets i've walked since childhood, those streets that make me proud,
I've walked those streets since childhood and still I will recall,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.

It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
Are all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.

For you've heard of old Dan Winters, Two hundred years ago,
Who formed our Orange Order and proudly watched it grow,
He said "Come stand by Ulster, Come stand or else you'll fail",
You Protestants of Scotland when your marching through Harthill.

It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
Are all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.

For you made us take a promise that we will never break,
There'll be no Fenian Order, Our hearts they'll never take,
Our freedom that was given to us by William proud and tall,
And we'll always march in freedom, When we're marchin through Harthill.

It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
Are all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.

In a land not far away from here, in a place thats shining bright,
Our lovely Queen sits watching, She loves this glorious sight,
She even sends us Telegrams to say "God bless you all",
You Protestants of Scotland when were marching through Harthill.

It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
And all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.

That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.