On the[Em] 21st of July,[D] beneath a burning sun,

Mc[Em]Dowell met the Southern troops in[G] battle at 

Bull[B] Run.

A[G]bove the Union[D] vanguard, was[Am] proudly to be 

[D]seen

Be[G]side the[D] starry[Em] banner,[B] old[Em] Erin's 

flag of green.



Col. Corcoran led the 69th on that eventful day,

I wish the Prince of Wales were there to see him in the 

fray.

His charge upon the batteries was a most glorious 

scene,

With gallant New York firemen and the boys that wear 

the green.



In the hottest of the fire, there rode along the line

A captain of the Zouave band, crying, "Now, boys, is 

your time."

Ah, who so boldy rides with the bold and dauntless men?

'Tis Thomas Francus Meagher [Ma-her] of Erin's isle of 

green.



The colors of the 69th, I say it without shame,

Were taken in the struggle to swell the victor's fame;

But Farnham's dashing Zouaves, that run with the 

machine,

Retook them in a moment, with the boys that wore the 

green.



Being overpowered by numbers, our troops were forced to 

flee.

The Southern black horse cavalry on them charged 

furiously,

But in that hour of peril, the flying mass to screen,

Stood the gallant New York firemen with the boys that

wore the green.



Oh, the boys of the 69th, they are a gallant band,

Bolder never drew a sword for their adopted land.

Amongst the fallen heroes, a braver had not been

Than you, lamented Haggerty, of Erin's isle of green.



Farewell, my gallant countrymen who fell that fatal 

day.

Farewell, ye noble firemen, now mouldering in the clay.

While blooms the leafy shamrock, whilst runs the old 

machine.

Your deeds will live bold Red Shirts and boys that wore 

the green.