David Kincaid - Young America And Ould Ireland | Текст песни

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• Young America And Ould Ireland

It's a soger I am, and I'm wearing the green;
With the boys of the army a-fighting I've been;
With my knapsack and gun, wheresoever I be,
Sure it's Union I fight for till Ireland is free.

Oh, then, let me be living or dying.
It's a sigh for the ould sod I'm sighing,
But the tyrant I'll still be defying,
In America's Irish Brigade!

In the seven days fight, sure I stood at my post,
And each pop of my gun made some rebel a ghost;
And whenever the word came to charge, be me sowl,
I made in some blackguard a bayonet-hole!

Oh, bedad, it's meself they were slighting,
For the flag of the free I was fighting,
And the slaughter I made was delighting,
In America's Irish Brigade.

Whin ould Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick
It's meself and the boys drove him back double quick
For we thought of Bull-Run, and our bosoms were full
And we wished we were run-ning an ould Johnny Bull,

If the boys of ould Ireland would name it,
Our freedom we soon would regain it;
It's meself would go in wid my bayonet.
In America's Irish Brigade!

Sure there's hope for ould Ireland, when Irishmen learn
How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn;
And, by this and by that, if we once get the chance,
There'll be rifles in England that don't come from France

Sure it's friends we have here, when we need'em
Who, when starving, sent bread for to feed'em,
And they'll help us to fight for our freedom--
America's Irish Brigade!

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