Stan Rogers – The House Of Orange (Guitar)

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.