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It
being the 12th day of July in the year of forty-nine,
Five hundred of our orange men together did combine
In memory of King William on that bright and glorious day
To march around Lord Roden's park and over Dolly's Brae,
To march around Lord Roden's park and over Dolly's Brae.
And
when we got to Weirbridge, sure it was a glorious sight
To see so many Orangemen all ready for to fight,
To march around the old remains our music sweet to play,
And the tune we played was the Protestant boys right on to Dolly's Brae,
The tune we played was the Protestant boys right on to Dolly's Brae.
Just
then two priests came up to us and to Mr. Biers did say,
"Come, turn your men the other road and never cross Dolly's Brae."
Be gone, be gone you papish dogs, you've hardly time to pray,
Before we throw your carcasses right over Dolly's Brae.
Before we throw your carcasses right over Dolly's Brae.
And
when we came to that great hill they were ranked on every side
And offering up their papish prayers for help to stem the tide
But we loosed our guns upon them and we quickly won the day
And we knocked five hundred papishes right over Dolly's Brae.
And we knocked five hundred papishes right over Dolly's Brae.
So
now my song at last I end, my pen I will throw down,
And wish success to every man supports the British crown.
And generations yet unborn will mind this place of yore,
For we named the spot King William's Ridge and Dolly's Brae no more.
Oh, we named the spot King William's Ridge and Dolly's Brae no more.
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