I am an humble Orangeman
My father he was one;
The mantle which the sire once wore
Has fallen to the son;
He ranked with those who quelled their fires
The foes of Church and State;
The gallant Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in Ninety-eight!
2. The light which led their spirits on.
O'er battle-field did shine
Each breast was Freedom's temple pure.
Each heart was Freedom's shrine
As sinks the day in glorious ray,
Some sunk - and bright their fate
The gallant Orange Yeomanry,
Who fought in Ninety-eight!
3. Behold the Orange peasant,
Or the Orange artisan;
Go view his home, observe his ways;
You'll find it in his plan
Thro' woe or weal, with godly zeal,
True men to imitate
The gallant Orange Yeomanry
Who Fought in "Ninety Eight!
| 4. To guard the faith which Luther preached
The rights which William won,
The Orangeman relies upon
His Bible and his gun;
He prays for peace, yet war will face,
Should rebels congregate;
Like the brave Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in 'Ninety-eight!
5. "Who fears to speak of "Ninety-eight?"
This was the silly note
Of one who was afraid to put
His name to what he wrote;
He was afraid - they're all afraid
They know we'd gag their prate
As did the Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in "Ninety-eight!
6. In peace, like watchful silent stars
Can Orangemen remain;
In war, their energies are like
The surges of the Main;
And each true-hearted Orangeman
Would smile though death await,
As did the Orange Yeomanry
Who fought in 'Ninety-eight!
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