me father was an Ulster man,
called Puddleston, t 'was he.
Me mother was a Catholic girl,
from County Cork came she.
They were married into churches,
Until the day that I was born,
then things got rather rough
For it was the greatest mix -up
Me father, he was or ange,
and me mother, she was green
To be made a little or ange man,
I was christened David Antony,
To me father, I was William,
to me mother, I was Patrick
Old to church then every Sunday,
with mother I proudly scrolled
Then later on the Orange Lodge,
they tried to save me soul
For both sides tried to play me,
but I was smart because I play me,
Depending where I was in war,
it was the greatest mix -up
Me father, he was the rich,
Sometimes I'd sing those revel songs,
Me father would laugh up and shout,
no care when young me boy,
Sure you've sung enough of that lot,
feed them, toss me a coin
To sing about the Irish flute
or the heralds of the boyn
One day me mam's relations,
By chance me faddies came,
were just sitting down to play
While we tried to smooth things over,
but they all began to fight
And being strictly neutral,
I bashed everyone in sight
For it was the greatest mix -up
Well, me parents never could agree
Me learning was all done at home,
Well, they both passed on,
That awful colour of love
of the or ange and the green
For it was the greatest mix -up
and me mother she was green
Oh the orange and the green,
oh the orange and the green
