David Kincaid - The irish volunteer

^GMe name is Tim ^C McDonnell, I’m ^G from the Emerald ^D Isle, ^GI was born in ^C Ireland’s bogs and ^G left when ^D but a ^G child. Me father fought in ^C ’98, for ^G liberty so ^D dear; He ^G fell upon old ^C Vinegar Hill, like an ^G Irish ^D volun ^G teer.

^GThen raise the harp of Erin, boys, the ^C flag we all ^G revere, We’ll fight and fall ^C beneath the folds like ^G Irish ^D volun ^G teers! ^GThen raise the harp of Erin, boys, the ^C flag we all ^G revere, We’ll fight and fall ^C beneath the folds like ^G Irish ^D volun ^G teers!

^GWhen I was driven ^Cfrom me home by a^Gn oppressor’s^D hand, ^GI cut me sticks and ^Cgreased me brogues, and ^Gcame over ^Dto this^G land. I found a home and ^Cmany friends, and ^Gsome that I love ^Ddear; I’l^Gl stick to them like ^Cbricks and glue says the ^GIrish ^D Volun ^G teer.

^GThen raise the harp of Erin, boys, the ^C flag we all ^G revere, We’ll fight and fall ^C beneath the folds like ^G Irish ^D volun ^G teers! ^GThen raise the harp of Erin, boys, the ^C flag we all ^G revere, We’ll fight and fall ^C beneath the folds like ^G Irish ^D volun ^G teers!

^GNow when the traitors ^Cof the south comm^Gence their warlike ^Draid, ^GI quickly laid down my ^Chod, to the ^Gdevil w^Dent me ^Gspade! To a recruiting off^Cice , that ^Ghappened to be^D near, And^G joined the good old ^Csixty-ninth like an ^GIrish ^DVolun ^G teer.

^GThen fill the ranks, and march away! No^C traitor’s do we ^Gfear; We’ll drive them all to ^Cblazes, says the ^GIrish ^DVolun ^G teer. ^GThen fill the ranks, and march away! No^C traitor’s do we ^Gfear; We’ll drive them all to ^Cblazes, says the ^GIrish ^DVolun ^G teer.

^GWhen the Prince of ^CWales came o’er, and ^Gmade a hullaba^D loo, ^GOh, everybody ^Cwas turned-out in ^Ggold and ^Dtinsel ^Gtoo; But then the good old ^Csixty-ninth they ^Gdidn’t like lords or ^Dpeers, They ^Gwouldn’t give a^C damn for Kings, the^G Irish^D volun^G teers!

^GWe love the land of liberty, it’s^C laws we will rev^Gere, “But the devil take the ^Cnobility!” says the ^GIrish ^Dvolun ^G teer. ^GWe love the land of liberty, it’s^C laws we will rev^Gere, “But the devil take the ^Cnobility!” says the ^GIrish ^Dvolun ^G teer.

^GNow if the traitors^C in the south should ^Gever cross our ^Droads, ^GWe’ll drive them all to ^Cblazes, as Saint ^GPatrick ^Ddid the ^Gtoads, Well give them all short ^Cnooses that come ^Gjust below the ^Dears Made ^Gstrong and good from ^CIrish hemp, by ^GIrish ^Dvolun ^G teers.

^GThen here’s to brave McClellan, whom the ^Carmy now re^Gveres, He’ll lead us on to vict^Cory, say the ^GIrish ^Dvolun ^G teers. ^GThen here’s to brave McClellan, whom the ^Carmy now re^Gveres, He’ll lead us on to vict^Cory, say the ^GIrish ^Dvolun ^G teers.

^GNow fill your glasses ^Cup, me boys, a ^Gtoast come drink with^D me, ^GMay Erin’s harp and ^CStarry Flag ^Gunited ^Dever ^Gbe; May traitors quake, and r^Cebels shake, and ^Gtremble in their ^Dfears, When ^Gnext we meet the ^CYankee boys, the ^GIrish ^Dvolun ^G teers.

^GGod bless the name of Washington, that ^Cname this land ^Greveres, Success to Meagher and ^CNugent and the ^GIrish ^Dvolun ^G teers. ^GGod bless the name of Washington, that ^Cname this land ^Greveres, Success to Meagher and ^CNugent and the ^GIrish ^Dvolun ^G teers.