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Thread #23052   Message #253477
Posted By: *Conrad Bladey Peasant-Inactive
07-Jul-00 - 12:03 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: The Sash My Father Wore
Subject: Lyr Add: THE SASH MY FATHER WORE
The freedom to walk is a universal concern.

"Somewhere I read of the freedom of assembly. Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech. Somewhere I read of the freedom of the press. Somewhere I read that the greatness of America is the right to protest for right. And so just as I say, we aren't going to let any injunction turn us around. We are going on."
(Martin Luther King - "I see the Promised Land" speech in Memphis)

"One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that "an unjust law is no law at all"
(Martin Luther King - Letter from Birmingham Prison, Alabama)

Our causes can not be truly free unless the causes of others are equally free!

YES FOLKS YOU CAN NOW SING ALONG WITH A NEW ORCHESTRATION OF
THE SASH!
CLICK HERE- THE LYRICS ARE FURTHER DOWN
http://www.bcpl.lib.md.us/~cbladey/pcsash.mid

THE SASH MY FATHER WORE

Sure I'm an Ulster Orangeman, from Erin's isle I came,
To see my British brethren all of honour and of fame,
And to tell them of my forefathers who fought in days of yore,
That I might have the right to wear the sash my father wore!

CHORUS: It is old but it is beautiful, and its colors they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore
And on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore

For those brave men who crossed the Boyne have not fought or died in vain
Our Unity, Religion, Laws, and Freedom to maintain,
If the call should come we'll follow the drum, and cross that river once more
That tomorrow's Ulsterman may wear the sash my father wore!

And when some day, across the sea to Antrim's shore you come,
We'll welcome you in royal style, to the sound of flute and drum
And Ulster's hills shall echo still, from Rathlin to Dromore
As we sing again the loyal strain of the sash my father wore!