Corcoran to his Regiment. Or "I Would Not Take Parole."
H. DE MARSAN, Publisher. 54 Chatham Street, N. Y.
Corcoran to his Regiment.
Bear aloft that Flag, boys, Erin’s glorious green,
Foremost in the fight, boys, be our “Sun-burst” seen;
Onward with that uncrown’d harp to “victory or death”
The word-“Remember Limerick, and Britain’s broken faith”
I went into this struggle with my heart and soul,
And though my jailors gave it me, I would not take parole.
Raise that green Flag proudly, let it wave, on high,
“Liberty and Union” be your battle-cry;
FAUGH-A-BALLAGH shout from your centre to your flanks,
And carry death and terror wild, into the foeman’s ranks.
Think how your brave fathers for your freedom fought;
Think of those bright deeds which Irishmen have wrought;
Meet advancing hosts boys let them feel your steel,
And prove you’re worthy of the land of Sarsfield and O’Neill.
Raise that glorious Sun-burst; raise it once again,
Let me see it shining o’er the battle plain;
With its bright rays beaming, On, my gallant band,
For God and for the Union of our dear adopted land.