On a lonely Drumcree hill

Ten thousand Orangemen are waiting.

They want to walk the streets of Portadown

Their sashes and their flutes

Their bowler hats and suits

But they'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road



Low lie the fields of Athenry

Where once we watched the small free birds fly.

"Hey baby let the free birds fly!"

It's plain for us to see

Take your tents up to Drumcree

Because you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road



By a lonely prison wall

I heard a young girl calling

Michael they are taking you away.

For you stole Trevelyn's corn

So the young might see the morn

But they'll still not be marching down Garvaghy Road



Low lie the fields of Athenry

Where once we watched the small free birds fly.

"Hey baby let the free birds fly!"

It's plain for us to see

Take your tents up to Drumcree

Because you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road



By a lonely prison wall

I heard a young boy calling

Nothing matters Rangers cause we're gonna win the league

Against the Famine and the Crown

I rebelled they cut me down

But they'll still not be marching down Garvaghy Road



Low lie the fields of Athenry

Where once we watched the small free birds fly.

"Hey baby let the free birds fly!"

It's plain for us to see

Take your tents up to Drumcree

Because you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road



Alone stands the Drumcree ridge

They are standing on the Ormeau bridge

Cause they want to do their walking on our streets

With the sound of foots and drums

But there'll be no more Orange scum

Marching down Garvaghy Road and the Ormeau bridge.



Low lie the fields of Athenry

Where once we watched the small free birds fly.

"Hey baby let the free birds fly!"

It's plain for us to see

Take your tents up to Drumcree

Because you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road