When[G] Lloyd George's hired gunmen came and shot MacCurtain down,
They [C]thought the I.R.A. was dead in [G]Cork's
own rebel town.
But they got a rude awakening when the debt was partly [Em]paid
In Lisburn [Am]and the Lower[D] Road
by the[C] First Cork [G]Brigade.
Glory, Glory to old Ireland,
Glory, Glory to our sireland.
Glory, Glory to the men who fought and fell.
No surrender is the war-cry of the First Cork Brigade.
We bombed them in the Abbey, we bombed them in the Glen.
We bombed them up in Dillon's Cross, they bombed us back
again. We bambed them in the "Wessie" and we bombed them in the Parade, And we gave them who began it in the First Cork Brigade.
We have no shiny gaiters or no Sam Brown belts to show. But we're able to defend ourselves wherever we may go.
out for the Republic and to h-11 with ye're Free State. We are the boys of the First Cork Brigade.