When on Ramillie's bloody field
The baffled French were forced to yield
The victor Saxon backward reeled
Before the charge of Clare's Dragoons
The Flags we conquered in that fray
Look lone in Ypres' choir, they say
We'll win thm company to-day
Or bravely die like Clares Dragoons

Viva la for Ireland's wrong!
Viva la, for Ireland's right!
Viva la in battle throng
For a Spanish steed, and sabre bright!

The brave old Lord died near the fight
But, for each drop he lost that night
A Saxon cavalier shall bite
The dust before Lord Clare's Dragoons
For never, when our saabres met
Could we the Saxon soldiers get
To stand the shock of Clare's Dragoons

Viva la, the New Brigade!
Viva la, the Old One too!
Viva la, the rose shall fade,
And the shamrock shine forever new!

Another Clare is here to leasd
The worthy son of such a breed
The French expect some famous deed
When Clare leads on his bold Dragoons
Our Colonel comes from Brians race
His wounds are in his breast and face
The bearna baoghail is still his place
The foremost of his bold Dragoons

Viva la, the New Brigade!
Viva la, the Old One too!
Viva la, the rose shall fade
And the shamrock shine forever new!