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I remember the days

I remember the time

When being a Ranger

Wasnt a crime

You got lifted for thieving

Or dealing in hash

Not for wearing a blue scarf

Or singing the sash

When the blue of Rangers

Could be so proudly worn

Not tramped in the gutter

And treated with scorn

When the songs of our culture

Were sang loud and clear

But now were a culture

Thats riddled with fear

We cant tell those fenians

Its time to go home

The Billy Boys gone

So is no pope of rome.

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REMEMBER FULL VERSION:

I remember the days

I remember the time

When being a Protestant

Wasnt a crime

You got lifted for thieving

Or dealing in hash

Not for wearing a blue scarf

Or singing the sash

When the blue of Rangers

Could be so proudly worn

Not tramped in the gutter

And treated with scorn

When the songs of our culture

Were sang loud and clear

But now were a culture

Thats riddled with fear

We cant tell those fenians

Its time to go home

The Billy Boys gone

So is no pope of rome.

We must stand together

Or together we fall

Like the Days of Lord Carson

We must answer the call.

And shoulder to shoulder

Together let's stand

Let's fight for our country

United let's stand.

NO SURRENDER! :sherlock:

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I remember the days

I remember the time

When being a Ranger

Wasnt a crime

You got lifted for thieving

Or dealing in hash

Not for wearing a blue scarf

Or singing the sash

When the blue of Rangers

Could be so proudly worn

Not tramped in the gutter

And treated with scorn

When the songs of our culture

Were sang loud and clear

But now were a culture

Thats riddled with fear

We cant tell those fenians

Its time to go home

The Billy Boys gone

So is no pope of rome.

They will never defeat us. (tu)

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I remember the days

I remember the time

When being a Ranger

Wasnt a crime

You got lifted for thieving

Or dealing in hash

Not for wearing a blue scarf

Or singing the sash

When the blue of Rangers

Could be so proudly worn

Not tramped in the gutter

And treated with scorn

When the songs of our culture

Were sang loud and clear

But now were a culture

Thats riddled with fear

We cant tell those fenians

Its time to go home

The Billy Boys gone

So is no pope of rome.

Alas,how heartbreakingly true. :(

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