The Orange Lily O! (Tune: The Lea Rig)
And did you go to see the show, each rose and picadilly, O!
To feast your eyes and view the prize, won by the Orange Lily O!
The Viceroy there, so debonaire, just like a daffadilly, O!
With Lady Clarke, blithe as a lark, aproached the Orange Lily, O!
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For Heigh Ho, the Lily O!, The Royal, Loyal Lily, O!
Beneath the sky, What flower can vie, With Erin’s Orange Lily O!
Then starting back, he cried “good lack” some say he looked quiet silly, O!
Oh! Deed of Woe, must I bestow, the prize upon the lily, O!
A fairer flower, throughout the bower, he sought but willy nilly, O!
With moistened eyes, he gave the prize, to Erin’s Orange Lily, O!
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The lowland field may roses yield, gay heaths the Highland hilly, O!
But high or low, no flower can show, like Erin’s Orange Lily, O!
Then come, brave boys, and share her joys, and toast the health of Willy, O!
Who bravely wore, on Boyne’s red shore, the Royal Orange Lily, O!
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For Heigh Ho, the Lily O!, The Royal, Loyal Lily, O!
Fair freedom’s flower, may each kind power, protect the Orange Lily, O!