Brobdingnagian Bards - The Orange And The Green lyrics

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up That you have ever seen My father, he was orange And me mother, she was green My father was an ulster man, proud protestant was he My mother was a catholic girl, from county cork was she They were married in two churches, lived happily enough Until the day that i was born and things got rather tough Baptized by father riley, i was rushed away by car To be made a little orangeman, my father's shining star I was christened "david anthony," but still, inspite of that To me father, i was william, while my mother called me pat With mother every sunday, to ma** i'd proudly stroll Then after that, the orange lodge would try to save my soul For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where i was Now when i'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy Me father would jump up and say, "look here would you me boy That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin And he'd have me sing the orange flute or the heros of the boyne One day me ma's relations came round to visit me Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight And me, being strictly neutral, i bashed everyone in sight My parents never could agree about my type of school My learning was all done at home, that's why i'm such a fool They've both pa**ed on, god rest 'em, but left me caught between That awful color problem of the orange and the green