Lurgan Town


Oh, Lurgan Town’s an altered town
Since papish Hancock, he came to it
If ye walk on the twelfth day of July
Ye may depend, he’ll make you rue it
And if you sing an Orange song
Ye’ll be jailed for eight and forty hours
Fresh orders he has gave his police
To make prisoners of none but ours

Whack fol la, too rye ay
Whack fol right fol too rye ay

Lurgan hill is one high hill
The devil’s hill, the truth I tell ye
The Fenian master, he lives there
Besides his name is Francis Kelly
And every night the meeting’s held
About repeal and Dan O’Connell
And divil the man dare pass that way
Unless his name is Pat or Donal

We held a dance in old Kilmore
The Fenian bulldogs, they came to it
They danced our maids right round the floor
And ordered Patrick’s Day, to play it
Garyowen and the White Cockade
These were the tunes that they did want, sirs
As round the floor they danced our maids
Saying “you never stood before such dancers”

The twelfth day of July came round
We raised up thirty stands of colour
And on that hill, we raised an arch
And on it printed “Here’s no cowards”
Now says Kelly, if you come through
Your Orange blood we’ll surely scatter
We turned, shook hands, all we could do
Was say “remember the Boyne water”

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Songs of Armagh