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1. Ballad - The White Twelfth (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   The sun was sinking in a sea of glory
   When the cars were sighted and din and roar
   Of the incensed mob was heard quite clearly
   And the horses’ hoof beats coming round the shore
   The papists gathered their ammunition
   And met the orange boys at Storm hill
   They fired one volley of stones and bottles
   And hurled some curses at old King Bill
   But the orange brethren had guns and pistols
   And fired some shots with right good will
   But the hands were shaky and somewhat quakey
   And they failed as yet papist blood to spill
   But lead is deadly if poured steadily
   And even an Orangeman might make a hit
   So we kept intact and moved steadily back
   As we deemed it wiser to retreat a bit
   Then we found some cover and around did hover
   To watch the doings of the orange crew
   They thought us quailed as we quietly waited
   And decided they’d play us a tune or two

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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