ORANGE SONGS » Protestant Boys

The Protestant Boys are Loyal and True,
Stout-hearted in battle and stout-handed too;
The Protestant Boys are true to the last,
And faithful and peaceful when danger has passed.
And oh! they bear
And proudly wear
The colours that floated o'er many a fray,
Where cannons were flashing
And sabres were clashing,
And Protestant boys still carried the day.

When James half a bigot, and more of a knave,
With masses and Frenchmen and land would enslave;
The Protestant boys for liberty drew
And showed with the Orange their Banner of Blue.
And Derry well
Their might can tell,
Who first in their ranks did the Orange display;
The Boyne had no shyers,
And Aughrim no flyers,
And Protestant boys still carried the day.

When treason was rampant and traitors were strong,
And law was defied by a vile rebel throng,
When thousands were banded the throne to cast down,
The Protestants rallied and stood by the Crown.
And oft in fight,
By day and night,
They 'countered the rebels in many a fray,
Where red pikes were bristling,
And bullets were whistling,
And Protestant boys still carried the day.

And still does the fame of their glory remain,
Unclouded by age and undimmed by a stain;
And ever and ever their cause we'll uphold -
The cause of the true and the trusted and bold.
And scorn to yield,
Or quit the field,
While over our heads the old colours play,
And traitors shall tremble
Whene'er we assemble,
For Protestant boys shall carry the day.

The Protestant boys are loyal and true,
Though fashions are changed and the loyal are few,
The Protestant boys are true to the last,
Though cowards belie them when danger has past.
Aye! still we stand,
A loyal band,
And reck not the liars whatever they say;
For let the drums rattle
The summons to battle,
The Protestant boys must carry the day.