Push for PORTER

izquierdaThe Sashderecha

It was old but it was beautiful and the colours they were fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Eniskillen and the Boyne.
Oh me father often wore it in the bygone days of yore
and it's on the Twelfth I loved to wear
The Sash me father wore.

On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his band fought so fine
They fought for the glory of religion (where?!?)
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne.

Now these days are gone and it's time to forget
The fights fought long ago.
King Billy and Sarsfield are in their graves
Where you can't tell friend from foe.
So let's meet again on the banks of the Boyne
and view the sash so fine.
Then it's forward we'll look and united we'll be
when there's no more border line.