The Bright Orange Banner |
When William landed from the main, And wavedthe Orange Standard round Rejoicing millions formed his train, And Popish tyrants bit the ground. Hail! Thou bright colour! Triumphant banner wave! Oer Papal ruins, And rebellions grave.
2. The First bright morning in July, | 3. The war steed of our gallant Prince Neighd proudly to the trumpets soun d; So fair a sight has not been since That stately charger pawd the ground. Hail! Thou bright colour! Triumphant banner wave! Oer Papal ruins, and rebellions grave.
4. Onward he bore his precious load, |
5. The Priesthood fell-Revellion howld Our conquering banner waved on high; The superstition dying scowled, And truth unfetterd burst the sky. Hail! Thou bright colour! Triumphant banner wave! Oer Papal ruins, and rebellions grave. |