'Twas a morning in July,I was walking to TipperaryWhen
I heard a battle cryFrom the mountains over headAs
I looked up in the skyI saw an Irish soldier laddieHe
looked at me right fearlessly and said:Will ye stand
in the band like a true Irish man,
And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?For
tonight we're gonna free old Wexford town!
Well said I to that soldier boy"Won't you take me to
your captainT'would be my pride and joyFor to march
with you today.My brother fell in Cork,
My son at Innes Carthay!"Unto the noble captain
I did say:Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish
man,And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?For
tonight we're gonna free old Wexford town!
As we marched back home againIn the shadow of the eveningWith
our banners flying lowTo the memory of our deadWe returned
unto our homesBut without our soldier laddieYet I never
will forget those words he said:Will ye stand in the
band like a true Irish man,
And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?For
tonight we're gonna free old Wexford town!