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Smoke had cleared, blood clotted, breaths gone Flies feasted on the dead Victories armies raged the land Men fled to hills and …
Smoke had cleared, blood clotted, breaths gone Flies feasted on the dead Victories armies raged the land Men fled to hills and …
The touring Orangemen in Stormont, To see the picture came, The victor of the Boyne, Who banished Popery to shame, But when …
Every July Drums beat Chests proud To fife and drum For freedom of faith And a battle won By one for that …