The Irish Volunteers
H. DE MARSAN, Publisher, 54 Chatham Street, 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 Stripes and Stars!
A charge of steel will Dixie feel, when next that we appear,
And, on the field, we’ll make them yield to Irish Volunteers.
The Shamrock, though 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!
Our land once more to peace restored, and brighter prospects
We will nit lack to welcome back the Irish Volunteers.