Songs of the Cavaliers and Roundheads Jacobite Ballads, &c. &c. By George W. Thornbury ... with illustrations by H. S. Marks |
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THE ORANGEMAN'S CASTLE. |
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THE ORANGEMAN'S CASTLE.
The bright flag of orange
Blew over the town,
Shone over the houses
Its “Bible and Crown.”
On the third of November,
There was beating of drum,
And moving of bayonets,
Round the Castle of Crum.
Blew over the town,
Shone over the houses
Its “Bible and Crown.”
On the third of November,
There was beating of drum,
And moving of bayonets,
Round the Castle of Crum.
In splints flew the rampart,
The casements fell in;
There were screaming and groans,
And confessions of sin;
The moat splashed with shot,
But we plied at the drum,
And the orange blew proud
On the Castle of Crum.
The casements fell in;
There were screaming and groans,
And confessions of sin;
The moat splashed with shot,
But we plied at the drum,
And the orange blew proud
On the Castle of Crum.
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Hedged round with the cannon,
In a circle of fire,
Only the hotter
Grew Protestant ire.
We shot fiercely and fast,
As we beat on the drum,
At the forest of tents,
Round the Castle of Crum.
In a circle of fire,
Only the hotter
Grew Protestant ire.
We shot fiercely and fast,
As we beat on the drum,
At the forest of tents,
Round the Castle of Crum.
We fired; and a flame
Rose from hovel and tent;
The castle wall fell,
And the flag-staff was rent.
Their battery burst
At the sound of our drum
But the orange flew still
On the Castle of Crum.
Rose from hovel and tent;
The castle wall fell,
And the flag-staff was rent.
Their battery burst
At the sound of our drum
But the orange flew still
On the Castle of Crum.
The red shot at night
Fell on roof and on head;
We built up the loops
With the dying and dead.
Though all wounded and weak,
We still beat on the drum,
And looked at the orange
On the turrets of Crum.
Fell on roof and on head;
We built up the loops
With the dying and dead.
Though all wounded and weak,
We still beat on the drum,
And looked at the orange
On the turrets of Crum.
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We were weary and weak,
And our food was all gone;
Still we knelt down to fire
At the thick of the throng.
When far in the distance,
They beat on the drum,
And the siege it was raised,
Of the Castle of Crum.
And our food was all gone;
Still we knelt down to fire
At the thick of the throng.
When far in the distance,
They beat on the drum,
And the siege it was raised,
Of the Castle of Crum.
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