David Kincaid - The irish volunteer

M^Cy name is Tim Mc^FDonald, I'm a ^Cnative of the ^GIsle, W^Cas born among old Er^Fin's bogs when ^GI was but a ch^Cild. My^C father fought in " 'N^Finety-eight," for l^Ciberty so d^Gear; He f^Cell upon old V^Finegar Hill, like an I^Grish volunt^Ceer.

Then ra^Cise the harp of ^CErin, boys, the f^Flag we all rev^Cere We'll ^Cfight and fall ben^Feath its folds, like I^Grish volun^Cteers! Then ra^Cise the harp of ^CErin, boys, the f^Flag we all re^Cvere We'll ^Cfight and fall ben^Feath its folds, like I^Grish volun^Cteers!

When ^CI was driven f^From my home by ^Can oppressor's h^Gand, I c^Cut my sticks and ^Fgreased me brogues, and ^Gcame o'er to this ^Cland. I ^Cfound a home and ^Fmany friends, and ^Csome that I love ^Gdear; Be ^Cjabbers! I'll stick to ^Fthem like bricks and ^Gan Irish volun^Cteer.

Then ^Cfill your glasses ^Cup, me boys, and ^Fdrink a hearty ^Ccheer, To the ^Cland of our a^Fdoption and the ^GIrish volun^Cteers! Then ^Cfill your glasses ^Cup, me boys, and ^Fdrink a hearty ^Ccheer, To the ^Cland of our a^Fdoption and the ^GIrish volun^Cteers!

Now ^Cwhen the traitors ^Fin the South co^Cmmenced a war-like ^Graid, I ^Cquickly then laid ^Fdown my hod, to the ^Gdevil went my ^Cspade! To a re^Ccruiting office ^Fthen I went, that ^Chappened to be ^Gnear, And ^Cjoined the good old "^FSixty-ninth," like an ^GIrish volun^Cteer.

Then ^Cfill the ranks and ^Cmarch away, no ^Ftraitors do we ^Cfear! We'll ^Cdrive them all to ^Fblazes, says the ^GIrish volun^Cteer. Then ^Cfill the ranks and ^Cmarch away, no ^Ftraitors do we ^Cfear! We'll ^Cdrive them all to ^Fblazes, says the ^GIrish volun^Cteer.

When the ^CPrince of Wales came ^Fover here, and ^Cmade a hubba^Gboo, Oh, ^Ceverybody turned ^Fout, you know, in ^Ggold and tinsel ^Ctoo; But ^Cthen the good old ^FSixty-ninth didn't ^Clike these lords or ^Gpeers They ^Cwouldn't give a ^Fdamn for kings, the ^GIrish ^Cvolunteers!

We ^Clove the Land of ^CLiberty, its ^Flaws we will re^Cvere, "But the ^Cdevil take the no^Fbility!" says the ^GIrish volun^Cteer We ^Clove the Land of ^CLiberty, its ^Flaws we will re^Cvere, "But the ^Cdevil take the no^Fbility!" says the ^GIrish volun^Cteer

Now ^Cif the traitors ^Fin the South should ^Cever cross our ^Groads, We'll ^Cdrive them to the ^Fdevil, as Saint ^GPatrick did the ^Ctoads; We'll ^Cgive them all short ^Fnooses that come ^Cjust below the ^Gears, Made ^Cstrong and good of ^FIrish hemp by ^GIrish volun^Cteers.

Then ^Chere's to brave Mc^CClennan whom the ^Farmy now re^Cveres He'll ^Clead us on to ^Fvictory, the ^GIrish volun^Cteers. Then ^Chere's to brave Mc^CClellan, whom the ^Farmy now re^Cveres He'll ^Clead us on to ^Fvictory, the ^GIrish volun^Cteers.

Now ^Cfill your glasses ^Fup, my boys, a ^Ctoast come drink with ^Gme, May ^CErin's Harp and the ^FStarry Flag u^Gnited ever ^Cbe; May ^Ctraitors quake, and ^Frebels shake, and ^Ctremble in their ^Gfears, When ^Cnext they meet the ^FYankee boys and ^GIrish volun^Cteers!

God ^Cbless the name of ^CWashington! that ^Fname this land re^Cveres; Succ^Cess to Meagher and ^FNugent, and their ^GIrish volun^Cteers! God ^Cbless the name of ^CWashington! that ^Fname this land re^Cveres; Succ^Cess to Meagher and ^FNugent, and their ^GIrish volun^Cteers!