'Twas on a Sunday Morning

'Twas on a Sunday Morning as I was going to Mass
I met a loyal Orangeman and I shot him as I passed,
His body to the ground it fell and his soul it went to hell,
You'll never see him more for the devil has him well.

Rolly Ri fol the daddy,
Rolly Ri fol the dee,
Rolly ri fol the daddy,
And we'll set old Ireland free.

Now there is a tree and it grows in hell,
And there's ne'er a leaf upon it but the souls of Orangemen!
And when one of them would die the divil he'd leap with joy
Saying I've a warm corner for you my Orange boy!

Rolly Ri fol the daddy,
Rolly Ri fol the dee,
Rolly ri fol the daddy
Ah, bad luck to the Queen!
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