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Am G F C
I took back my hand, and I showed him the door
Am Dm F
No dollar of mine would I part with this day
C Am F C
For fueling the engine of a bloody cruel war
Am F G
In my forefathers' home far away;
Am G F C
Who fled the first famine wearing all that they owned
Am Dm F
Were called navigators, all ragged and torn,
C Am F C
And built the grand trunk here, and found a new home
Am G C
Wherever their children were born.
Am G F C
Their sons have no politics. None can recall
Am Dm F
Allegiance from long generations before
C Am F C
O'this or O'that name can't matter at all.
Am F G
Or be cause enough for to war.
Am G F C
And meanwhile, my babies are safe in their home
Am Dm F
Unlike their pale cousins who cower and cry
C Am F C
While kneecappers nail their poor dads to the floor
Am G C
And teach them to hate and to die.
Am G F C
It's those cruel beggars who spurn the fair coin
Am Dm F
The peace for their kids they could take at their will:
C Am F C
Since the day old king Billy prevailed at the Boyne
Am F G
They've bombed and they've maimed and they've killed.
Am G F C
Now they cry out for money, and wail at the door
Am Dm F
But home rule or republic, 'tis all of it shame;
C Am F C
And a curse for us here who want nothing of war.
Am G C
We're kindred in nothing but name.
Am G F C
All rights and all wrongs have long since blown away,
Am Dm F
For causes are ashes where children lie slain.
C Am F C
Yet the damned U.D.L. and the cruel I.R.A.
Am F G
Will tomorrow go murdering again.
Am G F C
But no penny of mine will I add to the fray
Am Dm F
"Remember the Boyne" they will cry out in vain,
C Am F C
For I've given my heart to the place I was born
Am F G
And forgiven the whole House of Orange;
Am G C
King Billy and the whole House of Orange.
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