The Thornlie Boys - No Pope of Rome
Oh give me a home
Where there's no Pope of Rome
Where there's nothing but Protestants stay
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And flute bands play The Sash every day
No no Pope of Rome
No chapels to sadden my eyes
No nuns and no priests
No Rosary beads
And every day's like the 12th of July
Up a wee narrow close
Just by Brigton Cross
Aye it's there the place we call home
On the twelfth there we join
To remember The Boyne
And to pray let's have no Pope of Rome
No no Pope of Rome
No chapels to sadden my eyes
No nuns and no priests
No Rosary beads
And every day's like the 12th of July
No no Pope of Rome
No chapels to sadden my eyes
No nuns and no priests
No Rosary beads
And every day's like the 12th of July
Up a wee narrow close
Just by Brigton Cross
Aye it's there the place we call home
On the twelfth there we join
To remember The Boyne
And to pray let's have no Pope of Rome
No no Pope of Rome
No chapels to sadden my eyes
No nuns and no priests
No Rosary beads
And every day's like the 12th of July
No no Pope of Rome
No chapels to sadden my eyes
No nuns and no priests
No Rosary beads
And every day's like the 12th of July
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I swear your man craig from the thornlie boys was also in the derry, same voice in here lies a soldier.