My father was an Ulster man, 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. Oh, it is the biggest mix-up That you have ever seen. My father, he was Orange And me mother, She was green. Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car, To be made a little Orangeman, My father's shining star. I was christened "David Anthony", But still, inspite of that, To me father, I was William, While my mother called me Pat. Oh, it is the biggest mix-up... With Mother every Sunday, To Mass I'd proudly stroll. Then after that, the Orange lodge Would try to save my Soul. For both sides tried to claim me, But I was smart because I'd play the flute or play the harp, Depending where I was. Oh, it is the biggest mix-up... Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, Much to me mother's joy, Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy. That's quite enough of that lot", He'd then toss me a coin And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute Or the Heroes of The Boyne