Oh it was old but it was beautiful
And the colours, they were fine
It worn at Derry, Aughrim
Enniskillen and the Boyne
Oh, me father often wore it
In the bygyone days of yore
And it's on the twelfth I love to
Wear the sash me father wore
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
We fought for the glory of religion (Where?)
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Now thеse days are gone and
It's timе to forget
The fights fought long ago
King Billy and Sarsfield are in the grave
Where you can't tell friend from foe
So let's meet again on the
Slopes of the Boyne to view the sash so fine
And it's forward we look
And united we'll be
When there's no more border line
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
We fought for the glory of the religion
(Where?)
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Wolfe Tones - The Sash Lyrics
Wolfe Tones - The Sash Lyrics
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Oh it was old but it was beautiful
And the colours, they were fine
It worn at Derry, Aughrim
Enniskillen and the Boyne
Oh, me father often wore it
In the bygyone days of yore
And it's on the twelfth I love to
Wear the sash me father wore
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
We fought for the glory of religion (Where?)
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Now thеse days are gone and
It's timе to forget
The fights fought long ago
King Billy and Sarsfield are in the grave
Where you can't tell friend from foe
So let's meet again on the
Slopes of the Boyne to view the sash so fine
And it's forward we look
And united we'll be
When there's no more border line
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
We fought for the glory of the religion
(Where?)
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
And the colours, they were fine
It worn at Derry, Aughrim
Enniskillen and the Boyne
Oh, me father often wore it
In the bygyone days of yore
And it's on the twelfth I love to
Wear the sash me father wore
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
We fought for the glory of religion (Where?)
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Now thеse days are gone and
It's timе to forget
The fights fought long ago
King Billy and Sarsfield are in the grave
Where you can't tell friend from foe
So let's meet again on the
Slopes of the Boyne to view the sash so fine
And it's forward we look
And united we'll be
When there's no more border line
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
We fought for the glory of the religion
(Where?)
On the green, grassy slopes of the Boyne