(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.
