David Kincaid

David Kincaid - The Irish Volunteer lyrics

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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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