This version of the song was sent to me by Alan P. Barrett. Thanks Alan
Come all you that hold some communion with
Those Southern Confederates so bold;
We've heard quite enough of
those Union men
Who in Northern ranks now are enrolled.
They'd marched through Missouri in pomp and in glory -
They
thought that we'd all be dismayed ?
But they soon had a different story to tell when
They'd met Kelly's Irish Brigade!
When they met with the Irish Brigade, my boys!
When they met with the Irish Brigade!
Such thinking was quickly
amended when
They met with the Irish Brigade!
They called us all Rebels and Traitors, and
For
sure, we'd been called that of late!
We were called it by English invaders back
In Ireland in ninety-eight!
So, the
name of 'rebel' is not new to us, though
It's one that can never degrade
Any true-hearted man standing proud in the
ranks
Of Kelly's Irish Brigade.
Three cheers for the Irish Brigade, my boys!
Three cheers
for the Irish Brigade!
And all true-hearted sons of the Emerald Isle
Who would fight for the Irish Brigade!
As their Irish fore-fathers had borne it before them,
The harp on the green will not fade
Now it's carried
to glory in Liberty's story
By Kelly's Irish Brigade.
Cry Fág an Bealach? as they unfurl the flag
And go bravely
where glories await!
Defending States Rights, our proud standard proclaims
God will bless Kelly's Irish Brigade!
Three cheers for the Irish Brigade, my boys!
Three cheers for the Irish Brigade!
The Bluecoats were humbled,
their battle-lines crumbled ?
They met Kelly's Irish Brigade!
Three cheers for the Irish
Brigade, my boys!
Three cheers for the Irish Brigade!
Those servants of tyrants would never forget
When they met
Kelly's Irish Brigade!