[Verse]
Here in Ulster each July, you can hear the Orangemen cry,
"Oh, beat our the drums, the marching season's here,
For we are going to fill the streets with the sound of marching feet,
It's the time when all the Fenians live in fear."

"No surrender! We will shout as we burn the rebels out,
"Remember 1690!" is our cheer."
Ah, but since 1986, we are up to your olds tricks,
And the time to turn the tables is now here.

[Chorus]
Oh, you won't funnel through the tunnel with you sashes and your flutes,
For it's time to show that Croppies won't lie down,
And we will not endure your taunts or the orange flags you flaunt,
You can trail your coat from Belfast to the Boyne,
Ah, but your stopped to count the cost because the battle will be lost,
When you get to Obin Street in Portadown.

[Verse]
When King Billy crossed the Boyne, when in battle he did join,
Did you ever wonder why he used the horse,
For King Billy couldn't swim and the battle he would win,
And he couldn't use the tunnel then of course.

Well July has come around and they're back in Portadown,
Georgie Seawright and his bully boys as well,
But we will make the message clear, you are just not wanted here,
We have fools enough without a Scottish clown.

[Chorus]
Oh, you won't funnel through the tunnel with you sashes and your flutes,
For it's time to show that Croppies won't lie down,
And we will not endure your taunts or the orange flags you flaunt,
You can trail your coat from Belfast to the Boyne,
Ah, but your stopped to count the cost because the battle will be lost,
When you get to Obin Street in Portadown.

[Verse]
So it's hers to brave Dunloy, to the gallant Bogside boys,
To Shantallow and the lads from old Strabane,
Here's to Belfast town of course, don't forget the flying horse,
To Kilwilke and to Toomebridge ever grand.

Oh, they all have played their part in the struggle in the North,
They've never bent the knee before the Crown,
Ah, but the lads who are hard to beat are the boys from Obin Street,
That's the gallant tunnel lads from Portadown.

[Chorus]
Oh, you won't funnel through the tunnel with you sashes and your flutes,
For it's time to show that Croppies won't lie down,
And we will not endure your taunts or the orange flags you flaunt,
You can trail your coat from Belfast to the Boyne,
Oh, but your stopped to count the cost because the battle will be lost,
When you get to Obin Street in Portadown.

[Outro]
Ah, but your stopped to count the cost because the battle will be lost,
When you get to Obin Street in Portadown.