(G) Me name is Tim (C) McDonnell, I’m (G) from
the Emerald (D) Isle,
(G) I was born in (C) Ireland’s bogs and (G)
left when (D) but a (G) child.
Me father
fought in (C) ’98, for (G) liberty so (D) dear;
He (G)
fell upon old (C) Vinegar Hill, like an (G) Irish (D) volun(G)teer.
(G) Then raise the harp of (D) Erin, boys, the (C) flag we all (G) revere,
We’ll fight and fall (C) beneath the folds like (G)
Irish (D) volun(G)teers!
(G) Then raise the harp of (D) Erin, boys, the (C) flag we all (G) revere,
We’ll fight and fall (C) beneath the folds like (G)
Irish (D) volun(G)teers!
When
I was driven from me home by an oppressor’s hand,
I cut
me sticks and greased me brogues, came over to this land.
I found
a home and many friends, and some that I love dear;
I’ll
stick to them like bricks and glue says the Irish Volunteer.
Then raise the harp
of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere,
We’ll
fight and fall beneath the folds like Irish Volunteers!
Then
raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere,
We’ll
fight and fall beneath the folds like Irish Volunteers!
Now
when the traitors of the south commence their warlike raid,
I quickly
laid down my hod, to the devil went me spade!
To a
recruiting office I went, that happened to be near,
And
joined the good old sixty-ninth like an Irish Volunteer.
Then
fill the ranks, and march away! No traitor’s do we fear;
We’ll
drive them all to blazes, says the Irish Volunteer.
Then
fill the ranks, and march away! No traitor’s do we fear;
We’ll
drive them all to blazes, says the Irish Volunteer.
When
the Prince of Wales came o’er, and made a hullabaloo,
Oh,
everybody was turned-out in gold and tinsel too;
But
then the good old sixty-ninth they didn’t like lords or peers,
They
wouldn’t give a damn for Kings, the Irish volunteers!
We
love the land of liberty, it’s laws we will revere,
“But
the devil take the nobility!” says the Irish volunteer.
We
love the land of liberty, it’s laws we will revere,
“But
the devil take the nobility!” says the Irish volunteer.
Now
if the traitors in the south should ever cross our roads,
We’ll
drive them all to blazes, as Saint Patrick did the toads,
Well
give them all short nooses that come just below the ears
Made
strong and good from Irish hemp, by Irish volunteers.
Then
here’s to brave McClellan, whom the army now reveres,
He’ll
lead us on to victory, say the Irish volunteers.
Then
here’s to brave McClellan, whom the army now reveres,
He’ll
lead us on to victory, say the Irish volunteers.
Now
fill your glasses up, me boys, a toast come drink with me,
May
Erin’s harp and Starry Flag united ever be;
May
traitors quake, and rebels shake, and tremble in their fears,
When
next we meet the Yankee boys, the Irish volunteers.
God
bless the name of Washington, that name this land reveres,
Success
to Meagher and Nugent and the Irish volunteers.
God
bless the name of Washington, that name this land reveres,
Success to Meagher and Nugent and the Irish volunteers.
