We're still collecting poems and song of Orange and Patriotic meaning for our online compendium, here's one of my favourites so far.
ULSTER MY HOME
Ulster my home
I’ll leave you never
Ulster my home
Sweeter than ever
Though far I may roam
The bonds never sev’re
Ulster my home
Ulster forever.
Now the steep glens of Antrim
Keep calling to me
The county of Derry
I’m longing to see
The hills of Fermanagh
Armagh and Tyrone
The sweep of the down land
Keeps calling me home.
Chorus.
The blue sky above me
The deep rolling sea
The green velvet meadows
The soft blowing breeze
The old village church bells
How sweetly they chime
The rose covered cottage
The wild mountain tyme.
Chorus.
Sunday, 26 November 2006
Sunday, 22 October 2006
Video of the Moment III
Expert piper Grahame Harris performs in the tent of York Loyal Orange Lodge No. 145.
Wednesday, 18 October 2006
Picture of the Moment II
Thursday, 12 October 2006
"We Soldiers of York"
We've started the process of collecting together a selection of Orange and Loyalist songs on the internet. To celebrate the start of this venture we present a new song from the recent play "Who Dares to Speak", which maybe was sung my Yorkshire men as they entered Saintfield, to meet a grusome end...
WE SOLDIERS OF YORK
(Tune – “Croppies Lie Down)
We soldiers of York,
So proud of that name,
We wear the white rose
With pride and with fame
We’ll fight all the Frenchmen
And trounce em in gore
As our forefathers did
In the old days of yore
For King and for country
We’ll raise up our toast
And drink the defeat
Of the whole rebel hoste
Down down, Frenchies lie down
Our white rose is lovely,
It’s petals so pure
It flowers neath the sun
Of our Hannovers sure
Our stem is it is strong
But beware of our thorn
Lest by it sharp edge
Rebel flesh should be torn
Our loyalty’s strong and
Our staunch hearts obey
The call of the nation
The battle to sway
Down, down rebels lie down.
WE SOLDIERS OF YORK
(Tune – “Croppies Lie Down)
We soldiers of York,
So proud of that name,
We wear the white rose
With pride and with fame
We’ll fight all the Frenchmen
And trounce em in gore
As our forefathers did
In the old days of yore
For King and for country
We’ll raise up our toast
And drink the defeat
Of the whole rebel hoste
Down down, Frenchies lie down
Our white rose is lovely,
It’s petals so pure
It flowers neath the sun
Of our Hannovers sure
Our stem is it is strong
But beware of our thorn
Lest by it sharp edge
Rebel flesh should be torn
Our loyalty’s strong and
Our staunch hearts obey
The call of the nation
The battle to sway
Down, down rebels lie down.
Saturday, 30 September 2006
Video of the Moment II
The last 2 minutes of the live Twelfth brodcast on the BBC with Gordan Lucy, Cliford Smith and Walter Love, covering York at the end of Donegal Pass, in front of City Hall. Provided by Luton and Bedfords Lambeg Drumming Website.
Wednesday, 20 September 2006
Queens Lodge Annual Ulster Day Service
The 1845 Annual Ulster Day Service will this year take place in the Co Antrim village of Glenavy.
It will be held on Sunday 24th September 2006, in Glenavy Methodist Church.
All brethren are asked to assemble at Glenavy Protestant Hall, located on the Main Street in the Village at 2.30pm for a short parade to the church for 3.00pm service.
The Speaker will be the churches own minister Rev Lesley Spence.
All brethern of associated lodges of 1845 are invited to attend so members of 145 are most welcome.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN
Video of the Moment
Lee Lawson provides a demonstration of expert drumming in our tent on the 12th July 2006.
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