Taken from the British Loyalist News Letter No 5

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SONG COMPOSED ON THE HARBOUR GRACE RIOT, Newfoundland DECEMBER 26TH, 1883

Submitted by Sid Hatcher

Come, all ye Loyal Orangemen, attention to me pay,
And I will tell you what occurred, upon St. Stephen's Day.

Four hundred brave young Orangemen, with neither fear nor dread,
Walked in possession to the church, and up to River Head.

And a mob of River Head Men, stood in rows across the street,
With guns and pickets in their hands, the Orangemen to meet.

When "No Surrender" was their cry, but, "Go right straight ahead",
They fired upon the unarmed men, and shot two of them dead.

One Orangeman was picking up a brother that was dead,
When he who was his murderer, stood aiming at his head.

And turning to the murderer, to him he there did tell,
"Mind if you shoot me, Harper, be sure you do it well."

A double-barrelled gun he took, and with an oath he cried,
One load he put into his arm, the other in his side.

Some more of our young Orangemen that were shot in the head,
The Fenian slugs were found in them, were made of brass and lead.

Since we are few in number, they try to crush us down,
Because we're true to England's King, and to the British Crown.

But, like true son, Gideon, we'll never bow the knee,
To Papist, Priest, or Cardinal, to Pope or Popery.

When we to church that morning went, as Christian Brothers do,
We little thought foul murderers, would our peaceful steps pursue.

Those faithless Fenian ruffians in hundreds did appear,
To murder all the Orange boys, returning from the square.

When brothers Brown and Hawkins did nobly interpose,
To save their brothers from assault, the cry for blood arose.

And when those Fenian murderers, for Orange blood did roar,
They beastly murdered William Jones, and left him in his gore.

Some thirty shots had Willian French, when, like a soldier true,
He marched up to the Fenian Crowd, was numbered with the slain.

Soon spread the news both East and West, as lightening quick does fly,
And soon proud Orange spread her voice, with vengeance in her cry.

And hundreds of her gallant men, with arms were soon prepared,
To aid the men of Harbour Grace, no time or money spared.

O had you seen those Fenians, as we marched bravely on,
With banners flying in the air, with courage soon was strong.

When foot to foot the Orange stood, all ready for to fight.
No River Head men could be seen, they ran away with fright.

Many a curse attend each Fenian, wherever he may go.
For firing on the Orangemen, and murdering them so.

And now my song is ended, I have no more to say,
Wherever there's an Orangeman, he'll think of that affray.

Thanks to William...Canada