The Sash My Father Wore
Sure I'm an Ulster Orangeman,
From Erin's Isle I came,
To see my British brethren
All of honour and of fame,
And to tell them of my forefathers
Who fought in days of yore,
That I might have the right to wear,
The sash my father wore!

It is old, but it is beautiful,
And its colors they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim,
Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth
In bygone days of yore
And on the Twelfth I love to wear
The sash my father wore.

For those brave men who crossed the Boyne
Have not fought or died in vain
Our Unity, Religion, Laws,
And Freedom to maintain,
If the call should come we'll follow the drum,
And cross that river once more
That tomorrow's Ulsterman may wear
The sash my father wore!


And when some day, across the sea
To Antrim's shore you come,
We'll welcome you in royal style,
To the sound of flute and drum
And Ulster's hills shall echo still,
From Rathlin to Dromore
As we sing again the loyal strain
Of the sash my father wore!


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