Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
Me father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.
Oh me father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
Me 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, me father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, in spite of that,
To me father, I was William, while me mother called me Pat.
With Mother every Sunday, to Mass 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. I’d 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 lad", he'd then toss me a coin
And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heroes of The Boyne
One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as me 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.
Me parents never could agree about me type of school.
Me learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but they left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.
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Love it! Love the lyrics, especially for Saffron. Reaver's Lullaby my favorite, ever since I heard it at Dragon*Con a few years back. Can't wait for your collaboration with Mikey. I hope you guys are planning a duet and not just single songs! realflygal