• Song:

    House Of Orange

  • Artist:

    Stan Rogers

The House of Orange     3/4      Stan Rogers
Standard Tuning / Finger Picking - 1 2+ 3+`     Submitted by Ken Lee
                                        kandvlee@shaw.ca
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I / took back my / hand and I / showed him the / door, /
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No / dollar of / mine would I / part with this / day, /
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For / fueling the / engine of a / bloody cruel / war , /
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In my / forefathers' / home far a - / way. /
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Who / fled the first / Famine wearing / all that they / owned, /
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Were / called Navi - / gators, all / ragged and / torn, /  and
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Built the Grand / Trunk here and / found a new / home, /
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Wher - / ever their / children were / born. / / /

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Their / sons have no / politics, / none can  re - / call, /
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All - / egiance from / long gener - / ations be -  / fore, /
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Oh, / this war or / that name can't / matter at / all, /
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Or / be cause e - / nough for to / war, / and.
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Meanwhile my / babies are / safe in their / homes, /
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Un / like their Pale / cousins who / cower and /
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cry, /
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While / knee-cappers / nail their poor / Dads to the / floor, / / and
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Teach them to / hate and to / die. / / /

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It's those cruel / beggars who / spurn the fair / coin, / /
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The / Peace for their / kids they could / take at their / will, /
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Since the / day old King / Billy pre - / vailed at the / Boyne, / /
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They've / bombed and they've / maimed and they've / killed. / /
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Now they / cry out for / money and / wail at the / door, / / but
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Home Rule or Re - / public, 'tis / all of it / shame, /  and
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A / curse for us / here who want / nothing of / war, / /
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We're / kindred in / nothing but / name. / / /

Break: Instrumental - Last 4 lines of verse

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All / rights and all / wrongs have long / since blown a - / way, / /
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For / causes are / ashes where / children lie / slain, /
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Yet the / damned UD - / L and the / cruel IR - / A /
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Will to - / morrow go / murdering a - / gain. / /
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But no / penny of / mine will I / add to the / fray./ /
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"Re - / member the / Boyne" they will / cry out in / vain, / /
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For I've / given my / heart to the / place I was / born, / / and
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For - / given the / whole House of  / Orange, / /
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King / Billy and the / whole House of / Orange.
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