You Irishmen and women too, draw near, both young and old

A dolefull lamentation now to you I will unfold

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



One hundred gallant Irishmen, we are left for to deplore

Whose bodies fell victim upon fair Columbia's shore

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



It was at the siege of New Orleans, upon the ninth of May

Our Countrymen they suffered so upon that fatal day

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



They were engaged by five to one when charged on with the steel

But Erin's sons did loudly cry we'll die before we kneel

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



They were repulsed they could not stand exertion proved in vain

They strove to break the enemy's force, and drive them from the plain

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



But alas their number it was too small and it gave them no fair play

Not one of them did near escape upon that fatal day

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



To see the streets that evening each heart would rend with pain

The human blood in rivers ran that can it flood a stream

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



Men's heads blown off their bodies most dismal for to see

And wounded men did loudly cry with pain and agony

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



The federals they did then advanced and broken through the town

They trampled dead and wounded men that lay upon the ground

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



The wounded called for mercy but none they did receive

They numbered them among the dead and threw them in the grave

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



Three hundred killed and wounded that lay in their grave

One half of them were irish men far from their native shore

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



Poor orphans now they may weep and cry and parents through the day

They let their lovely children go on to Americay

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



For ye that hear those doleful lines do not neglect to toil

An they everfore enlighten good On St Patricks Isle

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



And a drink upon our countrymen who left their native shore

Their friends may mourn for their loss they'll never seem them more

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



Now to conclude with these few lines, with grief I'll say no more

You know it was through poverty they left their native shore

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh



They had no one to heal their wounds may angels them surround

Before the throne of heaven may they wear a brilliant crown

With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh