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  • irlanda bayragindaki turuncu rengin protestan ve de yesil rengin de katolikleri temsil etmesinden yola cikarak protestan babanin ve de katolik annenin kendi inanclari dogrultusunda yetistirdikleri bir cocugun sarkisi...
    (bkz: sozlerini de vereyim de tam olsun)

    chorus:
    oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
    my father, he was orange and me mother, she was green.

    my father was an ulster man, proud protestant was he.
    my mother was a catholic girl, from county cork was she.
    they were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
    until the day that i was born and things got rather tough.

    chorus

    baptized by father riley, i was rushed away by car,
    to be made a little orangeman, my father's shining star.
    i was christened "david anthony," but still, inspite of that,
    to me father, i was william, while my mother called me pat.

    chorus

    with mother every sunday, to mass i'd proudly stroll.
    then after that, the orange lodge would try to save my soul.
    for both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
    i'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where i was.

    chorus

    now when i'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy,
    me father would jump up and say, "look here would you me boy.
    that's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin
    and he'd have me sing the orange flute or the heros of the boyne

    chorus

    one day me ma's relations came round to visit me.
    just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
    we tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
    and me, being strictly neutral, i bashed everyone in sight.

    chorus

    my parents never could agree about my type of school.
    my learning was all done at home, that's why i'm such a fool.
    they've both passed on, god rest 'em, but left me caught between
    that awful color problem of the orange and the green.

    double chorus
  • sozlerini her okuduktan sonra acaba ulkemde boylesine bir ayrimcilik sorunu yasansaydi, insanlar ne tarafta olduklarindan bagimsiz olarak bu sorunu boylesine mukemmel, boylesine insancil sarkilarla anlatabilir miydi diye dusunmekten kendimi alamadigim sarki... boylesi bir hosgoru ornegi sarki, bunca yildir savasla yasamis bir ulkeden cikabilirken, benim ulkemde kimi farkliliklardan ayrimcilik dusuncesi olmasa da bahsedilemez. ne de olsa benim ulkem ne mozayigi lan ulkesidir.