ONE SUNDAY MORNIN'

One Sunday mornin while on me way to Mass
I met a bloody Orangeman, and I killed him for his pass
I killed him for his pass, me boys, and sent his soul to hell
And when he got back, he had a strange tale to tell!

CHORUS:
Fol de rol de rolly ra, fol de rol de rolly ray
Fol de rolly rolly rolly, whiskey's in the jar!

When an Orangeman dies his toes turn cold
His bones begin to rattle, and the Devil takes his soul
The gates of hell fly open, and the Devil cries for joy:
"I've a nice spot prepared for you, my bold Orange boy!"

If I had a yard of an Orangeman's skin
Sure, I'd make it into drums for me bold Fenian men
And when the drum would rattle, and the pipes begin to play
Sure, we'd all march up t'Mass on St. Patrick's Day!

from


http://66.102.7.104/search?q=cache:CQ5lY-nv4bIJ:www.florilegium.org/files/PERFORMANCE-ARTS/SI-songbook4-art.text+I+met+a+bloody+


Thanks to the post from jacko@nz.