Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he
My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough

Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that,
To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul
For both sides tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was

Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy,
Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy
That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin
And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heros of The Boyne

One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed 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 'em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green