Oh, it was old and it was beautiful
And the colours, they were fine
It was worn in Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne
Oh, me father often wore it in the bygone 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
They fought for the glory of religion (Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
It was on thе banks of the River Boyne
Thе raging battle blazed
Two foreign kings fighting for
The English throne they craved
Now James was backed by Louis of France
Which gave the Irish hope
While King Billy was backed by the Pope
(Who? The Pope?)
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
They fought for the glory of religion (Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Now, the armies face across the Boyne
The cannon, kings and pawns
Two foreign kings were squabbling for
The right to England's throne
Then James the coward, he ran away
And left the battle scene
The Jacobians wore the white cockade
While the Billy Boys wore the green
(What? The green?)
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
They fought for the glory of religion (Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Now, these days are gone and it's time to forget
The fights fought long ago
King Billy and James are in their grave
Where you can't tell friend from foe
So let's meet again on the slopes of the Boyne
And view the sash so fine
Then it's forward we look and united we will 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
They fought for the glory of religion (Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
Where King Billy and his men fought and died
They fought for the glory of religion (Where?)
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne