Classic Poem

Oh Boney's on the sea
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
Oh Boney's on the sea,
He'll be here the first of May,
And the Orange will decay
Says the Shan Van Vocht.

Oh Boney's on the shore
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
Oh Boney's on the shore,

Don't you hear his cannons roar?
We'll be Orangemen no more
Says the Shan Van Vocht.

Oh Boney's on dry land
Says the Shan Van Vocht,
Oh Boney's on dry land,
He's a sword in every hand,
He's a loyal Ribbon man,
Says the Shan Van Vocht.