The Irish Volunteers

J. WRIGLEY. Publisher, of Songs, Ballad’s 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 ball park) NEW YORK

The Irish Volunteers.

You gallant sons of Erin’s Isle, attend to what I say,
A brother driven to exile, is up alive to-day;
He is of the good Hibernian blood that never frets nor fears,
He has arrayed a new brigade, of Irish Volunteers.

When mounted on a stately steed, with armour buckled on,
The Soldier, bard and Patriot, were mingled in the man!
The air; and state, and marshal gait, of the acting Brigadier
By fortune sped, he boldly led, the Irish Volunteers.

When on the balcony he stood, his troops he did address,
In weal or woe with you I’ll go, he boldly did confess;
His noble stand for our good land, created deafening cheers,
As he did greet upon the street, the Irish Volunteers.

Those Flags that now we all behold, are banners floating free
Cheer up my boys take courage bold, they must unsullied be
Our arms bore through fields of gore, does once again adhere
To Freedom’s call, we one and all, are Irish Volunteers.

Hail Columbia, rise and see, those valiant sons of mars,
Let Erin’s Harp united be, with your good Stripes and Stars
A charge of steed will Dixie feel, when next that we appear,
And on the field we’ll make them yield, to Irish Volunteers

The shamrock, through its stem is bent, it never grew to fade
It well was represented, in the plumes of the brigade;
The bulwark of adopted land, her hope in future years,
They can be seen, known by the Green, the Irish Volunteers

Long life to Colonel Meagher, he is a man of birth and fame
And while our Union does exist applauded be his name (near
Our land once more to peace restored, and brighter prospects
We will not lack to welcome back, the Irish Volunteers

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