C
So sure l'm an Ulster Orangeman,

                    Am7
from Erin's isle I came,

    G                   G7
To see my British brethren

         C          Am       C
all of honour and of fame,

        C
And to tell them of my forefathers

                Am       G
who fought in days of yore,

                       G7
That I might have the right to wear

      C        G    C
the sash my father wore!



[Chorus]

C
Sure it is old and it is beautiful
                            Am7
and it's colours they are fine,

       G                     G7
it was worn at Derry, Aughrim

C             Am         C
Enniskillen and the Boyne.

Oh me father often wore it as a youth
              Am       G
in the bygone days of yore
                                     G7
and it’s on the twelth I loved to wear

      C        G     C
the sash my father wore.


[Verse 2]

C
For those brave men who crossed the Boyne,

                             Am7
have not fought or died in vain,

      G                G7
Our Unity, Religion, Laws,

C           Am       C
and Freedom to maintain,

                    Am           G
If the call should come we'll follow the drum,


                           G7
and cross that river once more


      C           G                C
That tomorrow's Ulsterman may wear the sash my father wore!



[Chorus]

C
Sure it is old and it is beautiful
                            Am7
and it's colours they are fine,

        G                  G7
it was worn at Derry, Aughrim

      C             Am
Enniskillen and the Boyne.

      C
Oh me father often wore it as a youth
              Am       G
in the bygone days of yore
                                     G7
and it’s on the twelfth I loved to wear

      C      G     C
the sash my father wore.


[Verse 2]

C
And when some day, across the sea,

                       Am7
to Antrim's shore you come,

       G                        G7
We'll welcome you in royal style,

C              Am       C
to the sound of flute and drum

    Am                   G
And Ulster's hills shall echo still,


                     G7
from Rathlin to Dromore


       C              G                   C
As we sing again the loyal strain of the sash my father wore!