The Orange And The Green Lyrics And Chords
The orange and the green Irish folk song lyrics and easy guitar chords with sheet music score included. The tune is the same as The Rising Of The Moon, guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach. the singer in the youtube video is Patsy Watchorn who later joined The Dubliners. Others who recorded this song were The Irish Rovers, The Wolfe Tones, Brobdingnagian Bards and The Grehan Sisters. The tin whistle sheet music is included. The guitar chords are in the key of C Major in chordpro style.
Song Lyrics And Easy Guitar Chords
key of C), the Irish Rovers (key of E) and the Wolfe Tones (key of C#).
Chorus:
Oh, it (C)is the biggest (Am)mixup that (G)you have ever seen
Me (F)father was an (C)Orangemen, me (G)mother she was (C)green.
Oh, me (C)father was an (Am)Ulsterman, proud (G)Protestant was he
Me (F)mother was a (C)Catholic and from (G)county Cork was (C)she.
They were married in two (Am)churches and lived (G)happily enough
Un(F)til the day that (C)I was born and (G)things got rather (C)tough.
(Chorus)
Bap(C)tized by father (Am)Reilly I was (G)rushed away by car
To be (F)made a little (C)Orangemen, me (G)father’s shining (C)star.
I was christened David (Am)Antony but (G)still inspite of that
To me (F)father I was (C)Billy while me (G)mother called me (C)Pat.
Chorus
With (C)mother every (Am)sunday to (G)mass I’d proudly stoll
And (F)after that the (C)orange lord would (G)try to save me (C)soul.
And both sides tried to (Am)claim me, but (G)I was smart because
I’d (F)play the flute, I’d (C)play the harp de(G)pending were I (C)was
(Chorus)
And (C)when I’d sing those (Am)rebel songs much (G)to me mother’s joy
Me (F)father would jump (C)up and say “Look (G)here, now Bill me (C)boy!
That's quite enough of (Am)that lot.", he'd (G)toss me o’er a coin
He'd (F)have me sing The (C)Orange Flute or the (G)Heroes Of The (C)Boyne.
Chorus
One (C)day me Ma's re(Am)lations came (G)round to visit me.
Just (F)as my father's (C)kinfolk were (G)sitting down to (C)tea.
We tried to smooth things (Am)over, but they (G)all began to fight.
And (F)me, being strictly (C)neutral, I kicked (G)everyone in (C)sight.
(Chorus)
My (C)parents never (Am)could agree a(G)bout my type of school.
My (F)learning was all (C)done at home, that's (G)why I'm such a (C)fool.
They've both passed on, God (Am)rest 'em, but (G)I was left between
That (F)awful colour (C)problem of the (G)Orange and the (C)Green.
Chorus once or twice
key of C), the Irish Rovers (key of E) and the Wolfe Tones (key of C#).
Chorus:
Oh, it (C)is the biggest (Am)mixup that (G)you have ever seen
Me (F)father was an (C)Orangemen, me (G)mother she was (C)green.
Oh, me (C)father was an (Am)Ulsterman, proud (G)Protestant was he
Me (F)mother was a (C)Catholic and from (G)county Cork was (C)she.
They were married in two (Am)churches and lived (G)happily enough
Un(F)til the day that (C)I was born and (G)things got rather (C)tough.
(Chorus)
Bap(C)tized by father (Am)Reilly I was (G)rushed away by car
To be (F)made a little (C)Orangemen, me (G)father’s shining (C)star.
I was christened David (Am)Antony but (G)still inspite of that
To me (F)father I was (C)Billy while me (G)mother called me (C)Pat.
Chorus
With (C)mother every (Am)sunday to (G)mass I’d proudly stoll
And (F)after that the (C)orange lord would (G)try to save me (C)soul.
And both sides tried to (Am)claim me, but (G)I was smart because
I’d (F)play the flute, I’d (C)play the harp de(G)pending were I (C)was
(Chorus)
And (C)when I’d sing those (Am)rebel songs much (G)to me mother’s joy
Me (F)father would jump (C)up and say “Look (G)here, now Bill me (C)boy!
That's quite enough of (Am)that lot.", he'd (G)toss me o’er a coin
He'd (F)have me sing The (C)Orange Flute or the (G)Heroes Of The (C)Boyne.
Chorus
One (C)day me Ma's re(Am)lations came (G)round to visit me.
Just (F)as my father's (C)kinfolk were (G)sitting down to (C)tea.
We tried to smooth things (Am)over, but they (G)all began to fight.
And (F)me, being strictly (C)neutral, I kicked (G)everyone in (C)sight.
(Chorus)
My (C)parents never (Am)could agree a(G)bout my type of school.
My (F)learning was all (C)done at home, that's (G)why I'm such a (C)fool.
They've both passed on, God (Am)rest 'em, but (G)I was left between
That (F)awful colour (C)problem of the (G)Orange and the (C)Green.
Chorus once or twice
Song lyrics without the chords.
Oh, it is the biggest mixup that you have ever seen
Me father was an Orangemen, me mother she was green.
Oh, me father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant was he
Me mother was a Catholic and from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches and lived happily enough
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.
Baptized by father Reilly I was rushed away by car
To be made a little Orangemen, me father’s shining star.
I was christened David Antony but still in spite of that
To me father I was Billy while me mother called me Pat.
Chorus
With mother every Sunday to mass I’d proudly stroll
And after that the orange lord would try to save me soul.
And both sides tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I’d play the flute, I’d play the harp depending were I was
And when I’d sing those rebel songs much to me mother’s joy
Me father would jump up and say “Look here, now Bill me boy!
That's quite enough of that lot.", he'd toss me o’er a coin
He'd have me sing The Orange Flute or the Heroes Of The Boyne.
Chorus
One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I kicked everyone in sight.
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've both passed on, God rest 'em, but I was left between
That awful colour problem of the Orange and the Green.
Chorus once or twice
Oh, it is the biggest mixup that you have ever seen
Me father was an Orangemen, me mother she was green.
Oh, me father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant was he
Me mother was a Catholic and from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches and lived happily enough
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.
Baptized by father Reilly I was rushed away by car
To be made a little Orangemen, me father’s shining star.
I was christened David Antony but still in spite of that
To me father I was Billy while me mother called me Pat.
Chorus
With mother every Sunday to mass I’d proudly stroll
And after that the orange lord would try to save me soul.
And both sides tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I’d play the flute, I’d play the harp depending were I was
And when I’d sing those rebel songs much to me mother’s joy
Me father would jump up and say “Look here, now Bill me boy!
That's quite enough of that lot.", he'd toss me o’er a coin
He'd have me sing The Orange Flute or the Heroes Of The Boyne.
Chorus
One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I kicked everyone in sight.
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've both passed on, God rest 'em, but I was left between
That awful colour problem of the Orange and the Green.
Chorus once or twice
About The Song.
a musical identity crisis wrapped in Irish absurdity. Let me describe it with full Irish wit, humour, and the kind of slang that’d make both sides of the family roll their eyes:
This song is the story of a poor misfortunate lad born into the most confused household in Ireland — a father as Orange as a Dutch sunset and a mother greener than a shamrock in spring.
He’s basically a walking flag of the Troubles, bless him.
They couldn’t even agree where to dunk him --
so they baptized him twice:
once by Father Reilly with holy water
and again by some Orangeman with orange squash.
He wound up with two names:
He goes to Mass on Sunday with his mother,
proud as anything --
then afterward his father grabs him for Orange Lodge activities
trying to “save his soul,”
and the poor fella just goes along with it thinking:
“Sure, whoever gives me sweets and coins --
that’s who I’ll follow for the next ten minutes.”
He learned to switch allegiance faster
than a TD changing parties.
When he sings rebel songs with his mam:
she melts with pride…
until his father storms in like a red-faced tornado shouting:
“Cut that Fenian racket!”
Then flings him a shilling
and orders a rendition of The Orange Flute
or The Heroes of the Boyne.
He’s basically a jukebox programmed by political confusion.
Then comes the absolute masterpiece:
a family gathering where both clans meet --
Ma’s Cork Catholics and Da’s Ulster Protestants --
And instead of keeping the peace,
they all start battering each other like a pub brawl on pay day.
And our hero, being “strictly neutral,”
does the diplomatic thing --
he kicks the head off everyone in sight.
Equal-opportunity aggression.
True Irish fairness.
Finally, both parents pass on
(hopefully peacefully and separately)…
and he’s left with no resolution --
just memories, mixed loyalties, and chronic confusion.
He’s basically the personification of:
“I’m neither one nor the other --
I’m both, and I’m neither, and I’m wrecked with it.”
In short:
This is the hilarious tale of an Irish lad who’s more divided than the island itself --
but smart enough to play flute or harp depending who’s listening,
and bold enough to boot every relative equally in the shins.
A classic song of cultural chaos, political ping-pong,
and the great Irish truth:
Sometimes the only side worth taking
is the side with the best sandwiches.
a musical identity crisis wrapped in Irish absurdity. Let me describe it with full Irish wit, humour, and the kind of slang that’d make both sides of the family roll their eyes:
This song is the story of a poor misfortunate lad born into the most confused household in Ireland — a father as Orange as a Dutch sunset and a mother greener than a shamrock in spring.
He’s basically a walking flag of the Troubles, bless him.
They couldn’t even agree where to dunk him --
so they baptized him twice:
once by Father Reilly with holy water
and again by some Orangeman with orange squash.
He wound up with two names:
- To his mother: Pat, the proud Catholic son.
- To his father: Billy, the loyal Protestant lad.
He goes to Mass on Sunday with his mother,
proud as anything --
then afterward his father grabs him for Orange Lodge activities
trying to “save his soul,”
and the poor fella just goes along with it thinking:
“Sure, whoever gives me sweets and coins --
that’s who I’ll follow for the next ten minutes.”
He learned to switch allegiance faster
than a TD changing parties.
When he sings rebel songs with his mam:
she melts with pride…
until his father storms in like a red-faced tornado shouting:
“Cut that Fenian racket!”
Then flings him a shilling
and orders a rendition of The Orange Flute
or The Heroes of the Boyne.
He’s basically a jukebox programmed by political confusion.
Then comes the absolute masterpiece:
a family gathering where both clans meet --
Ma’s Cork Catholics and Da’s Ulster Protestants --
And instead of keeping the peace,
they all start battering each other like a pub brawl on pay day.
And our hero, being “strictly neutral,”
does the diplomatic thing --
he kicks the head off everyone in sight.
Equal-opportunity aggression.
True Irish fairness.
Finally, both parents pass on
(hopefully peacefully and separately)…
and he’s left with no resolution --
just memories, mixed loyalties, and chronic confusion.
He’s basically the personification of:
“I’m neither one nor the other --
I’m both, and I’m neither, and I’m wrecked with it.”
In short:
This is the hilarious tale of an Irish lad who’s more divided than the island itself --
but smart enough to play flute or harp depending who’s listening,
and bold enough to boot every relative equally in the shins.
A classic song of cultural chaos, political ping-pong,
and the great Irish truth:
Sometimes the only side worth taking
is the side with the best sandwiches.
The orange and the green sheet music score
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