A Dutchman called William, And an Englishman, King James


A Dutchman called William

And an Englishman, King James

Fell out and started fuedin

And called each other names.

It was for the throne of England

But for some reason not quite clear

They came across to Ireland

To do their fighting here.

They had Scarsfield

They had Schomberg

They had horse and foot and guns

And they landed up at Carrick

With a thousand Lambeg drums

They had lots of Dutch and Frenchmen

And battalions and platoons

Of Russians and of Prussians and Bulgarian Dragoons

And they politely asked the Irish

If they’d kindly like to join

And the whole affair was settled

At the Battle of the Boyne

Then William went to London

And James went off to France

And the whole kabouch left Ireland

Without a backward glance

And the poor abandoned Irish

Said goodbye to King and Prince

And went on with the fighting

And they’ve been at it ever since.