My uncle (apparently I never met him) led the Orange parade in Glasgow in the Fifties. My father told me of this song, (sung to Lilibulero):

King Billy had a wee bulldog that sat upon the fender
And every time the Pope passed by he'd call out "no surrender."
The beads, the beads, the holy beads that sat upon the ewsater.
It was I that slew that Fenian crew at the battle of Bourne Water.