Corcoran to his Regiment. Or "I Would Not Take Parole."
J, WRIGLEY. Publisher, of Songs, Ballads, and Toy Books, Conversation Age, and small Playing Cards, Alphabet Wood Blocks, Valentines, Motto Verses, and Cut” Motto paper &c No. 27 Chatham Street (OPPOSITE CITY HALL PARK) NEW YORE.
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 center lo 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’Neil
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,