Oh, then Basil Brook's me name,
With me orange sash I came,
For to beat me drum on the twelfth day of July,
And the English Queen and Crown,
I'll never let them down,
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry.

Oh, then Basil, you're the man,
To walk with an orange band,
For you never talk to papish Fenian taigs,
And with Orangemen you're seen,
We don't like the colour green,
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry.

"Oh, then Basil, be a dear,"
Said the wife to me one year,
"To paper up the kitchen you must try.",
So I got some sticky glue,
Put up red, white and blue,
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry.

Oh, then Basil, you're the man,
Keep our land a Proddy land,
And drive the Fenians far across the sea,
Foreign priming, they'll get none,
All those croppies will lie down,
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry.

Now I have some empty bags,
I'll fill them up with fags,
I'll buy them down in Dublin on the sly,
And the customs men I'll hook,
For me name is Basil Brook,
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry.
"Up the border, keep the border!" is me cry.
Hoo!.