Nathan: Boin? would by Boyne (River). I like that last stanza, which I hadn't heard before. This is the song as done by the Irish Rovers (tune: "Wearin' O' the Green").
THE ORANGE AND THE GREEN—Irish RoversCHORUS
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange
And me mother, she was Green.
Oh, my father was an Ulsterman, 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, me father's shinin' star.
I was christened David Anthony, but still in spite of that
To my father I was William, while me mother called me Pat.
With Mother, every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll,
Then after that, the Orange lads would try to save my soul
For both, they tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.
One day, me ma's relations came 'round to visit me,
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sittin' down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight,
And me, bein' strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.
Now, 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 both passed on, God rest them, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.