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And did you go to see the show, Each rose and pink a dilly, O! To feast your eyes, and view the prize, Won by the Orange Lily, O! CHORUS Heigh ho, the Lily, O! The royal, loyal Lily,O Beneath the sky, what flower can vie With Erin's Orange Lily, O! The Viceroy there, so debonair, Just like a daffadilly, O! With Lady Clarke, Blithe as a lark, Approached the Orange Lily, O! CHORUS Sir Charley too, looked, very blue, While laughed Horse Master Billy, O! To think his EX- a flower should vex And that an Orange Lilly, O CHORUS A fairer flower, throughout the bower He sought, but willy nilly, O! With moistened eyes, he gave the prize To Erin's Orange Lily, O! CHORUS The lowland field may roses yield, Gay heaths the Highland hilly, O! But high or low, no flower can show, Like Erin's Orange Lily, O! CHORUS Let dandies fine in Bond Street shine, Gay nymphs in Picadilly, O! But fine or gay must yield the day To Erin's Orange Lily, O! CHORUS The elated muse, to hear the news, Jumped like a Connaught filly, o! As gossip fame did loud proclaim The triumph of the Lily,O! CHORUS Then come brave boys, and share her joys, And toast the health of Willy, O! Who bravely won, on Boyne's red shore, The Royal Orange Lily, O! CHORUS |
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