I took a trip to Ibrox My favourite team for to cheer They were playing the Glasgow Celtic On the 1st day of the year. Now the ground was filled to capacity As the teams came out to play, The animals sang the soldiers song And the people dollys brae.
Now the half time had came and went in The Glasgow Celtic were in the lead, Charlie Tully was running everywhere Shakin his rosary beads Well the green flags they were flying high Celtics hearts they were full of pride. But the second half sure it started well And the Rangers they turned the tide.
Wont you play up the Glasgow Rangers, Play up the boys in blue, Play up the Glasgow Rangers For were here to cheer on you.
Well the ball goes out to Waddle And from 30 yards he did score, Sure you coudn't hear your ears at Ibrox park For the sash my father wore.
Oh play up the Glasgow Rangers, Sammy Cox is on the ball, He slips it through to Willy Woodburn And on to Iain McCall. Ian McCall to Billy Simpson, Oh here come the boys in blue. Simpson beats the Celtic center half And in goes number 2.
Now the Rangers fans are roaring As Geordie Young he takes a free. Onto the head of Billy Simpson And in goes number 3. 3:1 to the Glasgow Rangers And that was the final score, A happy new year at Ibrox park For Rangers beat the Celtic once more, A happy new year at Ibrox park For Rangers beat the Celtic once more.
I have sailed the wild atlantic Crossed the broad pacific shore I've sailed around the stormy capes And heard the forty's roar I've plied the Indian ocean I've sailed the China sea But there's a sea back home in Scotland More than all the rest to me
It's the blue blue blue sea of Ibrox It's the greatest sight That I have ever seen It's the blue blue blue sea of Ibrox And it's part of every Rangers players dream
No more I'll sail the 7 seas No more I'll ever roam No more I'll feel the urge again I'm back where I belong At 3 O'clock each Saturday I'll join the mighty throng With flags and banners all around I'll proudly sing this song
It's the blue blue blue sea of Ibrox It's the greatest sight That I have ever seen It's the blue blue blue sea of Ibrox And it's part of every Rangers players dream
His name was Willie Woodburn And his crime was too much heart He gave his all for Rangers On the field of Ibrox park Then they banished him forever With the one they call sine die The name of Willie Woodburn In our hearts will never dir
Why must he go, why can't he stay He gave his all, that he might play He gave his all, each Saturday And left his heart down Ibrox way
Now the English down at Wembley And the Welsh they know his name Take a trip to dear old Belfast And they'll tell you just the same For no matter where you wander Where they play this football game There's a legend lives amongst them Willie Woodburn is his name
Why must he go, why can't he stay He gave his all, that he might play He gave his all, each Saturday And left his heart down Ibrox way.
His name was Willie Woodburn And his crime was too much heart He gave his all for Rangers On the field of Ibrox park Then they banished him forever With the one they call sine die The name of Willie Woodburn In our hearts will never dir
Why must he go, why can't he stay He gave his all, that he might play He gave his all, each Saturday And left his heart down Ibrox way
Now the English down at Wembley And the Welsh they know his name Take a trip to dear old Belfast And they'll tell you just the same For no matter where you wander Where they play this football game There's a legend lives amongst them Willie Woodburn is his name
Why must he go, why can't he stay He gave his all, that he might play He gave his all, each Saturday And left his heart down Ibrox way.
Far from the filelds have risen A face you'll see no more A credit to the football field And the colours that he wore He wore the Rangers royal blue He brought them fame and glory His name will live forever more In the Ibrox football story
No more he'll play at Ibrox With Sammy by his side And just because he broke the laws His thoughts he could not hide Now Willie don't you look so sad For every man and woman That stands upon the Ibrox slopes We know you're only given
So lift up yer head Willie Woodburn For we have faith in you We know your hearts at Ibrox park With the boys in royal blue.
As I was walking doon the Copland Road, I met a bunch 'o' strangers, They said to me, you going to see, The famous Glasgow Rangers.
So I took them up to Ibrox Park, To see the flags unfurl, After that display they had to say They're the champions of the world.
Some people they sing songs about The land that they adore And some of how they fought and won Their countries greatest wars, Some others still seem quite content To use another theme, But I can sing a song about A famous football team
As I was walking doon the Copland Road, I met a bunch 'o' strangers, They said to me, you going to see, The famous Glasgow Rangers.
Have you seen the Glasgow Rangers Have you seen the boys in blue They're admired by all who know them If you knew them so would you Oh they have played way in Monaco They have played in the USA But the greatest game in history Is the game on New years day
For it's the home of famous heroes And their praises have been sung Willie Waddell, Torry Gillick Alan Morton and George Young And when all my life has ended And when death has made it's mark Will you scatter all my ashes On the slopes of Ibrox Park
And with the Angels I'll be singing Up in heaven there up above I'll be singing Follow Follow To the Rangers that I love And with my flute I will be playing In the valleys and the glens I'll be happy and contented When the Rangers win again.
Every other Saturday's my half day off And it's off to the match I go, Happily we wander down the Paisley Road Me and my wee pal Jock, We love to see the lassies with their blue scarfs on, We love to hear the boys all roar, But I don't have to tell that the best of all, We love to see the Rangers score,
Me oh me oh me oh my, Oh how we love to see them try, We love to see the lassies with their blue scarfs on, We love to hear the boys all roar, But I don't have to tell you that the best of all, We love to see the Rangers score,
We've won the Scottish league about a thousand times The Glasgow is as simple too, We gave some exhibitions in the Scottish cup, We gave some Wembley wizards too, And when the Rangers win the European Cup, As we've done with the one before, We'll gather round at Ibrox park 100,000 strong, And give the boys an Ibrox roar.
Though the straits be broad or narrow, It's Follow we will, Follow we will, Follow we will, Though the straits be broad or narrow, It's Follow we will, we will Follow in the footsteps of our team,
Follow Follow we will Follow Rangers, Anywhere, everywhere we will Follow on, Follow Follow we will Follow Rangers, If they go to Dublin (Europe?) we will Follow on
Oh father why are you so sad this 1st of July morn, When Ulster men are proud and glad of the land where they were born, Oh, Son i see in memory of days that used to be, When being just a lad like you, I joined the Y.C.V.
In the hills and glens the call to arms were heard by one and all, And from the glens came brave young men to answer Ulsters call, T'was long ago we faced the foe, The Y.C.V and me, And by my side they fought and died that Ulster might be free.
So, Now my son iv'e told you why on July morn i sigh'd, For i recall the comradeship on dark old day's gone by, I recall the men that fought in the glen with rifle and grenade, Oh may, heaven keep the men that sleep in the Y.C.V Brigade.
Oh may, heaven keep the men that sleep in the Y.C.V Brigade
There's a wee spot in Europe its a place of great fame, it lies to the north land and Ulster's its name, it only has six counties but o what renown, and it s emblem is the red hand topped by the queens crown.
now the Germans came over in the year of forty one, and they tried to destroy us by bomb and by gun, but our history could tell us of others who tried, how our sons defended Ulster and they fought and died.
if a fenian should speak to you in his own fenian tongue, they will speak of our friendships why we cant be one, just you point to the red hand topped by the queens crown, say were side by side with Britain and they wont let us down.
so now brothers and sisters let us join as one, let us drink to our Ulster its heroes and its sons, and while we are toasting two names we must join, that of William of Orange, and the banks of the Boyne.
An Ulster Girl in heart and soul, I love our dear old land, I honour those who in her cause lift voice or pen or hand, And may I die before I see this land we fought to save, In Rebel Hands and I at worst the mother of the slaves.
Through many bloody times of old, old Ulsters heart has bled, But still she makes her enemy know her spirit has not fled, God bless the men who for her sake their love and freedom gave, God bless the mothers of these sons who nursed no cowardly slaves.
The Ulster Girl is me, i'll tell you honestly, That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free, And if we lost our freedom, my heart would break in two, And if I couldn't stay here I don't know what i'd do.
God bless the men who make their stand, we've put them to the test, I'd give to you all treasures grand, who served his country best, And if he fails i'd rather lie beside him in the grave, Than wed a meek apologist and be the mother of a slave.
The Ulster Girl is me, i'll tell you honestly, That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free, That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free.
They've an Ulster badge upon their breast, These are the men of the U.V.F, Men who mean these words he'd say, To fight against the I.R.A.
Now big Trevor was our number one, Swore to fight the rebel scum, To all his men these words he'd say, Death to all the I.R.A.
These fighting men from far and wide, Hell towards they fought and died, Now their sons let their fathers rest, To guard the badge of the U.V.F.
Now watch these men they dress in black, And when they move they never turn back, And when the scums reduced to tears, It's one more victory for the Volunteers.
So on your feet and toast with me, To the U.V.F and victory, For we'll win and do our best, For we are the men of the U.V.F.
They've an Ulster badge upon their breast, These are the men of the U.V.F, Men who mean these words he'd say, To fight against the I.R.A.
A hero comes to our town tomorrow, A men who's been sent to set us free, He's wearing an Ulster badge it's true, And carrying flags red white and blue, And we will be waiting here and ready, To lift up our arms at his command, A UVF soldier bold and true, An army of men to follow through.
And our flags will fly on high forever, And our sons will sing our victory song, Our voices will rise with one accord now, For we have been silent far too long.
We'll march forward on the road together, Our leader will help us to stand strong, The hero will purge the rebel band, And he will reclaim our glorios land, And when we have got the rebels running, Surrendering to our mighty flag, The red white and blue will fly on high, And Ulster is free will be our cry.
nd our flags will fly on high forever, And our sons will sing our victory song, Our voices will rise with one accord now, For we have been silent far too long.
nd our flags will fly on high forever, And our sons will sing our victory song, Our voices will rise with one accord now, For we have been silent far too long.
I'm a young Ulster Soldier from north of the border, I'm one of the U.D.R 4, They charged me with murder just me and no other, Now I am a lifer called Neil Latimer.
They locked me away where the sweet light of day, Half reaches my Prison Cell door, But no matter how long i'll fight on and on, As one of the U.D.R 4.
Free Free I just want to be, As free as the wind and the rain and the sea, Free Free I just want to be, Out where the rivers run free, So strike up the drum let me shoulder my gun, Let the flutes play the Sash that my dear father wore, Open the gates let me rejoin my mates, As one of the U.D.R 4.
Together again we'll fight as young men, As our forefathers did in the great days of yore, And the IRA scum over the border will run, In the charge of the U.D.R. 4.
Free Free I just want to be, As free as the wind and the rain and the sea, Free Free I just want to be, Out where the rivers run free, So strike up the drum let me shoulder my gun, Let the flutes play the Sash that my dear father wore, Open the gates let me rejoin my mates,. As one of the U.D.R 4.
So strike up the drum let me shoulder my gun, Let the flutes play the Sash that my dear father wore, Open the gates let me rejoin my mates, As one of the U.D.R 4.
Together again we'll fight as young men, As our forefathers did in the great days of yore, And the IRA scum over the border will run, In the charge of the U.D.R. 4.
Three boys came to Belfast their country to serve, They suffered a fate that no man should deserve. For they were off duty and out for the day, Yet all three fell victims of the IRA. Their sleeping in heavenly peace. Sleeping in heavenly peace.
Their young lives were over, their duty was done. Only God knew when that day had begun, That three Scottish soldiers would each lose their lives, For being in Belfast to fight on our side Their sleeping in heavenly peace. Sleeping in heavenly peace.
Now three lay together in that dark country road, Still friends in death, they stood by the cause. For serving our country with honour and pride, Lets be grateful Belfast they stood by our side. Their sleeping in heavenly peace. Sleeping in heavenly peace.
To the people in Scotland, my God what a blow. They can?t understand who could sink so low , They think here in Belfast there was nothing but scorn For the Queen?s Colours these three boys had worn. If only they knew how we cried When we learned how these boys had died.
We must stand firm in Ulster, we must make it plain, That these Scottish soldiers had not died in vain. We must show the whole country that Ulster is true, And the good people here love the red white and blue. Lets never forget what it cost. To make sure our Ulster's not lost.
Oh I don't know if you'll ever read this letter, But I'm writing, anyway, to let you know, With pen in hand I sit here by the campfire, And hear my comrades singing soft and low.
I thank you, for years of love and laughter, For constancy to me through joy and pain, And I wonder here, "I love you", really matters, I may never see your lovely face again.
And I'm yearning for the Mists of Dalriada, And I miss the Lagan River flowing slow, And I hunger for your love dear, 'Cos when the morning comes dear, A bugle call, my darling I must go.
Well it seems a million miles from Belfast City, From home and fire and children growing tall, At this time when fears and doubts beset me, Dread night before the Battle of the Somme.
And I don't know what tomorrow holds, my lovely, As I face the angry thunder of the gun, When wailing banshee shells explode above me, And the Valliant Men of Ulster give their blood.
And I'm yearning for the Mists of Dalriada, And I miss the Lagan River flowing slow, And I hunger for your love dear, 'Cos when the morning comes dear, A bugle call, my darling I must go.
And I'm yearning for the Mists of Dalriada, And I miss the Lagan River flowing slow, And I hunger for your love dear, 'Cos when the morning comes dear, A bugle call, my darling I must go.
The air is full of fearful expectations This gethsemane of waiting's hard to bear, But memories of you bring consolation, Well, a shiny rose beneath the tangled wire.
And I need to tell you that I really love you, And I know I haven't said it for so long, My heart will hold the fragrance of your love dear, Tomorrow at the Battle of the Somme.
And I'm yearning for the Mists of Dalriada, And I miss the Lagan River flowing slow, And I hunger for your love dear, 'Cos when the morning comes dear, A bugle call, my darling I must go.
And I'm yearning for the Mists of Dalriada, And I miss the Lagan River flowing slow, And I hunger for your love dear, 'Cos when the morning comes dear, A bugle call, my darling I must go.
For its here I am an Orangeman, just come across the sea For singing and for dancing, I hope that I'll please thee, I can sing or dance with any man As I did in days of yore And its on the Twelfth I long to wear the Sash my Father wore.
It is old but it is beautiful. Its colours they are fine It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne My Father wore it as a youth in the bygone days of yore And its on the Twelfth I long to wear, the Sash my Father wore.
For it's now I'm going to leave you, good luck to you I'll say And when I'm on the ocean deep, I hope for me you'll pray I'm going to my native land, to a place they call Dromore Where on the Twelfth I long to wear the Sash my Father wore.
It is old but it is beautiful. Its colours they are fine It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne My Father wore it as a youth in the bygone days of yore And its on the Twelfth I long to wear, the Sash my Father wore.
Whenever I come back again my brethren here to see I hope to find old Orange style, they will always welcome me My favourite tune's "Boyne Water", but to please me more and more And make my Orange heart full glad with the Sash my Father wore.
It is old but it is beautiful. Its colours they are fine It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne My Father wore it as a youth in the bygone days of yore And its on the Twelfth I long to wear, the Sash my Father wore.
On the Twelfth of July, in the year 89, I first took the notion this Order to join, Then up to the lodge room, and there I did go, And what I got there you'll very soon know.
On the goat, on the goat, To get in the Order you ride on the goat.
And when I arrived there I knocked at the door, There's one they call Master, who stood on the floor, Come in and sit down, you're welcome he said, And being surprised, I on him did gaze.
On the goat, on the goat, To get in the Order you ride on the goat.
Then up came a man with a mallet in his hand, Saying, dont be alarmed, for I'll do you no harm. Five hundred miles on a goat you must ride, A horney or moiley, the master replied.
On the goat, on the goat, To get in the Order you ride on the goat.
Then the goat was brought forward that I might get on, And after I mounted they bid him begone, Through a blind window the goat did go, Through bogs and wild mountains, and where I don't know.
On the goat, on the goat, To get in the Order you ride on the goat.
Then after a long and wearisome chase, The goat he arrived at the very same place, Approaching the lodge room, I heard them all sing, Success to the member that made the house ring.
On the goat, on the goat, To get in the Order you ride on the goat.
The dreadful days are over, no more the cannons roar, King James has lost the battle and his flag is seen on more And here are we renowned and free by maiden walls surrounded - Poor rebel knaves, vatican slaves, Fly from the wrath of the Orange and Blue.
The Dartmouth spreads her canvas, her purple pennants wave, We hail the gallant Browning who all our lives did save, Like Noah's dove sent from above he brought us peace and safety - Through flood and flame, our hero came, Bringing relief for the Orange and Blue.
The vessel strikes the traitrous boom, does pitch and reel and strand Our papish foes cry out our doom and OPEN GATES demand, And shrill and high we raise the cry of anguish, grief and pity - While black with care, and deep to despair, We do prepare to mourn the Orange and Blue.
But heaven - sent guide and one broadside the gallant barque rebounds And favouring gale does fill the sail whilst hill and vale resounds, The joy-bells ring : GOD SAVE THE KING, farewell to grief and sadness - Poor rebel knaves, vatican slaves, Fly from the wrath of the Orange and Blue.
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.
While statesmen now to treason bow, and loyalty betray, And traitor knaves with bigot slaves would take our rights away, To serve their Queen and Country a gallant band appears, Come let us hail, while cowards quail, "The Orange Volunteers."
Sedition's lamp is burning throughout green Erin's Isle, And men, all honour spurning, now speak but to beguile, And to repeal the Union a motley crowd appears, But hark! they come with fife and drum, "The Orange Volunteers."
Let placemen frown to put them down, and peaceful homes invade, Oh! never yet by idle threat were Ulstermen dismayed. They take their stand for native land, and know no paltry fears, These gallant men from hill and glen, "The Orange Volunteers."
"True in these days, when many change, for profit or for dread, True to the same old sacred cause for which our fathers bled," They'll guard the rights brave William won in fam'd and bygone years, Then let us toast, our pride and boast, "The Orange Volunteers."
Come, let us meet in love and glee, Ye Orange brethren, bold and free, And toast in bumpers, 'three times three', The Orange Institution. May it again triumphant stand, The shield of this our lovely land, In spite of that malignant band, Who hate our Constitution.
Think on the year of 'Ninety-eight', When thousands rose against the State, What did their sanguine hopes defeat? The Orange Institution. For in defence of Britain's Crown, Our Orange yeoman of renown, Put the insulting rebels down, And saved our Constitution.
Soon as the Orange system spread, The Popish persecution fled, And disaffection hid her head, Check'd by our Institution Peace was restored to this fair Isle, Secured by freedom's cheering smile, Thus Orangemen, from traitors vile, Preserved our Constitution.
To counteract by valour sound, All hostile plots that might abound, Brave Verner did most wisely found The Orange Institution. Erected on a basis sure, To keep us and our rights secure, And guard from foes of faith impure. The Crown and Constitution.
Come! Shake forth the banner! Let Northern winds fan her! She hath blazed over Erin three ages and more, Through danger we'll hold her, the fewer the bolder, As constant and true as our fathers before.
The bright Orange banner! The ensign of honour! It waves o'er the head of true Protestants still, Ho, Orangemen! Rally from the mountain and valley, Around the old flagstaff on liberty's hill.
Through the "broad stone of honor" that flagstaff is founded, Deep, deep, in the sure Rock of Ages below, It stood when rebellion's wild temper resounded, And shall stand, by God's grace, though again it should blow.
Then hoist the bright banner! The ensign of honour! Let Northen winds fan her! Up, up and away! To Papist and Faitour, to tyrant and traitor, Shake forth the old flag of defiance, hurrah!
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