Misc Traditional – Dollys Brae (Guitar)

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It being the twelfth day of July in the year of forty-nine,

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Five hundred of our Orange men together did combine

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In memory of King William on that bright and glorious day

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To march around Lord Roden's park and over Dolly's Brae

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To march around Lord Roden's park and over Dolly's Brae.

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And when we got to Weirsbridge sure it was a glorious sight

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To see so many Orangemen all ready for to fight

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To march around the ould remains our music sweet to play

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And the tune we played was the Protestant Boys right on to Dolly's Brae

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And the Tune we played was the Protestant Boys right on to Dolly's Brae

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Just then two priests came up to us and to Mr Biers did say:

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"Come turn your men the other road and never cross Dolly's Brae."

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"Begone, begone, you papish dogs, you've hardly time to pray

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Before we throw your carcasses right over Dolly's Brae

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Before we throw your carcasses right over Dolly's Brae."

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And when we came to that great hill they were ranked on every side

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And offering up their papish prayers for help to stem the tide

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But we loosed our guns upon them and we quickly won the day

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And we knocked five hundred papishes right over Dolly's Brae

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And we knocked five hundred papishes right over Dolly's Brae

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So now my song at last I'll end, my pen I will throw down,

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And wish success to every man supports the British Crown

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And generations yet unborn will mind this place of yore

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For we named the spot King William's Ridge and Dolly's Brae no more.

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For we named the spot King William's Ridge and Dolly's Brae no more.