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1. Ballad - The White Twelfth (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   In ’81 ere the summer solstice
   Their drums were beaten and their sashes aired
   Their flutes were tuned up and their anger stirred up
   And they showed the world that they never cared

   To show the papists who were bosses,
   A grand procession for the twelfth was planned
   Right through the village of Dunkineely
   And there they intended to take their stand
   To Ballintra with band, and banner
   Of old king Billy on his famous steed
   On that July morning the brethren wandered
   To curse the Pope and his seed and breed.
   They passed the day in the usual fashion
   And drank the health of old Dutch Bill
   Played “Kick the Pope” and to h- with papists
   And ate and drank their hearty fill.
   But the papists heard of the orange intentions
   And crowded in to Dunkineely town
   And swore by all that was high and holy
   That the orange mob would not pass down
   Their weapons few but their hearts were true
   They lined the street on either side
   They had stones and bottles and some stout beetles
   To try the thickness of an orangeman’s hide

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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