The Irish Volunteer Lyrics

My name is Tim McDonald, I'm a native of the Isle,
I was born among old Erin's bogs when I was but a
child.
My father fought in " 'Ninety-eight," for liberty so
dear;
He fell upon old Vinegar Hill, like an Irish
volunteer.
Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all
revere--
We'll fight and fall beneath its folds, like Irish
volunteers!
Chorus--Then raise the harp, etc.

When I was driven form my home by an oppressor's hand,
I cut my sticks and greased my brogues, and came o'er
to this land.
I found a home an many friends, and some that I love
dear;
Be jabbers! I'll stick to them like bricks and an Irish
volunteer.
Then fill your glasses up, my boys, and drink a hearty
cheer,
To the land of our adoption and the Irish volunteer!
Chorus--Then fill your glasses, etc.

Now when the traitors in the south commenced a warlike
raid,
I quickly then laid down my hod, to the devil went my
spade!
To a recruiting-office then 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 traitors do we
fear;
We'll drive them all to blazes, says the Irish
volunteer.
Chorus--Then fill the ranks, etc.
When the Prince of Wales came over here, and made a
hubbaboo,
Oh, everybody turned out, you know, in gold and tinsel
too;
But then the good old Sixty-ninth didn't like these
lords or peers--
They wouldn't give a damn for kings, the Irish
volunteers!
We love the land of Liberty, its laws we will revere,
"But the divil take nobility!" says the Irish
volunteer!
Chorus--We love the land, etc.

Now if the traitors in the South should ever cross our
roads,
We'll drive them to the divil, as Saint Patrick did the
toads;
We'll give them all short nooses that come just below
the ears,
Made strong and good of Irish hemp by Irish volunteers.
Then here's to brave McClellan, whom the army now
reveres--
He'll lead us on to victory, the Irish volunteers.
Chorus--Then here's to brave, etc.

Now fill your glasses up, my boys, a toast come drink
with me,
May Erin's Harp and the Starry Flag united ever be;
May traitors quake, and rebels shake, and tremble in
their fears,
When next they meet the Yankee boys and Irish
volunteers!
God bless the name of Washington! that name this land
reveres;
Success to Meagher and Nugent, and their Irish
volunteers!
Chorus--God bless the name, etc.

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