Have you ever seen the Orangemen on the Twelth day of July,
Have you ever seen the brethren as proudly they march by,
Have you heard the masters orders, have you heard the chapmans call,
Put on your Orange ragalia for we march right through Harthill.
It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
Are all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.
For we number twenty thousand as proudly we march down,
Those streets i've walked since childhood, those streets that make me proud,
I've walked those streets since childhood and still I will recall,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.
It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
Are all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.
For you've heard of old Dan Winters, Two hundred years ago,
Who formed our Orange Order and proudly watched it grow,
He said "Come stand by Ulster, Come stand or else you'll fail",
You Protestants of Scotland when your marching through Harthill.
It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
Are all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.
For you made us take a promise that we will never break,
There'll be no Fenian Order, Our hearts they'll never take,
Our freedom that was given to us by William proud and tall,
And we'll always march in freedom, When we're marchin through Harthill.
It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
Are all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.
In a land not far away from here, in a place thats shining bright,
Our lovely Queen sits watching, She loves this glorious sight,
She even sends us Telegrams to say "God bless you all",
You Protestants of Scotland when were marching through Harthill.
It is a lovely village, the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of earth so Green,
And all those banners waving to show those Fenians all,
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.
That glorious day when we all marched through the village of Harthill.
Have you ever been an Orangeman on the Twelfth day of July.
Have you stood and watched the brethren as proudly they marched by,
Have you heard your Masters orders, have you heard your Chaplain call,
Put on your Orange Sashes boys we're leaving for Loughgall.
It is a lovely village the finest ever seen,
Surrounded by sweet countryside and fields of grasses green,
Our Orange Banner's floating outshine the rebels all,
As we proudly march in memory to the village of Loughgall
We numbered twenty thousand as proudly we march down,
The streets we knew from childhood the streets of Portadown,
We have walked them all from childhood but now we do recall,
This glorious twelfth when we all march to the village of Loughgall.
You have heard of old Dan Winter some 100 years ago,
He formed our lovely order and proudly watched it grow,
He said we'll stand for Ulster we'll stand or else we'll fall,
We'll shout out "No Surrender" when we're marching through Loughgall.
But he is dead and gone now and I hope in Heaven above,
Up with his great Grand Master in that great land of love,
But I know that on this glorious twelfth he will surely see us all,
As we proudly march in memory to the village of Loughgall.
I know that far across the sea in a land that's fair and bright,
Our lovely Queen is watching, for she loves this glorious sight,
She even sent a Telegram God speed unto you all,
You Protestants of Ulster as you're marching through Loughgall.
