The Glorious 69th
H. J. Wehman, Song Publisher, 50 Chatham St., New York.
The Glorious 69th.
Come all you gallant heroes, along with me combine:
I’ll sing to you a ditty about the glorious 69th;
They are a band of brothers, from Ireland they came,
They had a bold commander, Michael Corcoran is his name.
On the 22d of April these boys they sailed away;
They made a glorious turnout a-going down Broadway,
A-going down Broadway, my boys, and then unto the cars—
For they were bound for Washington, straightway unto the wars.
Farewell unto New York, shall I never see it more?
It fills my heart with pity to leave its sylvan shore;
Our President commanded us, and we must hasten o’er,
For to put down secession on the old Virginny shore.
’Twas that very afternoon the boys sail’d from the shore,
It was our whole intention to go through Baltimore;
And if attacked there by a mob, we’d show what we could do,
We’d shout them out—Faugh-a-Balla! as we did at Waterloo.
But our President commanded us to sail another way—
A steamer hove in sight and took us South to sea;
It took us boys to Annapolis—we landed on the strand;
We had a joyful time with the boys of Maryland.
They gave us three hearty cheers;
They greeted us with a smile,
Saying: Here comes the boys that fear no noise,
They are the sons of Erin’s isle.
It was convenient to the road where we had pitched our camp,
Without feather bed or bedstead, we laid down in the damp;
We laid down in the damp, my boys, as soldiers ought to do,
As did our famed fathers on the plains of Waterloo.
It was early in the morning, before the break of day,
Our Colonel came to us and thus to us did say:
Arise my gallant Irishmen, and by your colors stand.
For we must go to Washington to put down the rebel band.
When we came to Washington they called us the Dread North;
They marched us by the White House, review’d by Gen. Scott,
He said unto our Colonel: Now everything looks gay,
Here comes the Faugh-a-Ballas that always clears the way.
Here’s a health to Father Mooney, of honor and renown,
Who did escort our heros unto the battle-ground;
He said unto our Colonel: Now we must fight hand to hand,
Until we plant the Stars and Stripes away down in Dixie’s land.
And when the war is ended, may heaven spare our lives,
It’s then we will return to our children and our wives;
We’ll embrace them in our arms—and that both night and day,
We hope secession is played out in all America.
Now, to conclude and finish, I mean to end my song:
Here’s a health to Col. Corcoran, may his life be long;
Here’s a health to Col. Corcoran, in battle, land or sea;
Here’s to the Stars and Stripes, and the boys of the shamrock green.