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1.Well, it was one Sunday morning as I was going to Mass
I met a bloody Orangeman, I killed him for his pass
I killed him for his pass, me boys and sent his soul to Hell
And when he got to Hell he had a strange tale to tell

2. Now when an Orangeman dies, he goes down below
The worms eat his body and the Devil takes his soul
The gates of Hell fly open and the Devil jumps with joy
For there's nothing he likes better than a stout Orange boy

3. Now if I had a yard of Orangeman's skin
I'd beat it into drums for Bold Fenian Men
The drums they would rattle and the fyfes they would play
All along the road to Mass on St. Patrick's Day

4. Well, it was one Sunday morning as I was going to Mass
I met a bloody Orangeman, I killed him for his pass
I killed him for his pass, me boys and sent his soul to Hell
And when he got to Hell he had a strange tale to tell

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