The Orange and the Green

Oh, my father was an Ulster man
Proud Protestant was he
My mother was a Catholic and
From County Cork was she
They were married in two churches
And lived happily enough
Until the day that I was born
And things got rather tough
Baptized by Father Reilly
I was rushed away by car
To be made a little orange man
My father's shining star
I was christened David Anthony
But still in spite of that
To my father I was Billy while
My mother called me Pat
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen
My father was an orange man
My mother she was green
Now, with mother every Sunday to
Mass I'd proudly stroll
And after that the orange lads would
Try to save my soul
And both sides tried to claim me
But I was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the
Harp depending where I was
And when I'd sing those rebel songs
Much to my mother's joy
My father would jump up and say, "Look here
Come here me boy!
That's quite enough of that
Lad" he'd toss me o'er a coin
He'd have me sing "The Orange Flute"
And "The Heroes of the Boyne"
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen
My father was an orange man
My mother she was green
One day my ma's relations came
'round to visit me
Just as my father's kinfolk were
Sitting down to tea
We tried to smooth things over
They all began to fight
And me being strictly neutral
I kicked 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 passed on, God rest them
But I was left between
That awful color problem of the
Orange and the green
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen
My father was an orange man
My mother she was green
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen
My father was an orange man
My mother she was green