Blue for the sailors, sailors, sailors,
Blue for the sailors, and that shall not do.
What shall we dress her in, dress her in, dress her in?
What shall we dress her in? Shall it be red?
Red for the soldiers, soldiers, soldiers,
Red for the soldiers, and that shall not do.
What shall we dress her in, dress her in, dress her in?
What shall we dress her in? Shall it be orange?
Orange for the Orange-men, Orange-men, Orange-men,
Orange for the Orange-men, and that shall not do.
What shall we dress her in, dress her in, dress her in?
What shall we dress her in? Shall it be white?
White for the corpse, the corpse, the corpse,
White for the corpse, and that will just do.
We have lost a soldier, soldier, soldier,
We have lost a soldier, and the Queen has lost a man.
We will bury him in the bed of glory, glory, glory,
We will bury him in the bed of glory, and we’ll never see him any more.
—Holywood, co. Down (Miss C. N. Patterson).