Young America And Ould Ireland
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โฑ๏ธ 3:36 duration
๐ ID: 1108340
๐ Lyrics
It's a soldier 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, 'til Ireland is free
Oh, then let me be living or dying
It's a sigh for the old 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 soul
I made in some blaggard a bayonet hole
Oh bedad, it's myself they were slighting
For the flag of the free I was fighting
And the slaughter I made was delighting
In America's Irish Brigade
Oh, then let me be living or dying
It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
But the tyrant I'll still be defying
In America's Irish Brigade
When old Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick
It's myself and the boys drove him back double-quick
For we thought of Bull Run, and our bosoms were full
And we wished we were running on old Johnny Bull
If the boys of old Ireland would name it
Our freedom, we soon would regain it
It's myself would go in with my bayonet
In America's Irish Brigade
So there's hope for old 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 them
Who when starving, sent bread for to feed them
And they'll help us to fight for our freedom
In America's Irish Brigade
Oh, then let me be living or dying
It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
But the tyrant I'll still be defying
In America's Irish Brigade
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, 'til Ireland is free
Oh, then let me be living or dying
It's a sigh for the old 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 soul
I made in some blaggard a bayonet hole
Oh bedad, it's myself they were slighting
For the flag of the free I was fighting
And the slaughter I made was delighting
In America's Irish Brigade
Oh, then let me be living or dying
It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
But the tyrant I'll still be defying
In America's Irish Brigade
When old Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick
It's myself and the boys drove him back double-quick
For we thought of Bull Run, and our bosoms were full
And we wished we were running on old Johnny Bull
If the boys of old Ireland would name it
Our freedom, we soon would regain it
It's myself would go in with my bayonet
In America's Irish Brigade
So there's hope for old 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 them
Who when starving, sent bread for to feed them
And they'll help us to fight for our freedom
In America's Irish Brigade
Oh, then let me be living or dying
It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
But the tyrant I'll still be defying
In America's Irish Brigade
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.53] It's a soldier I am, and I'm wearing the green
[00:20.15] With the boys of the army, a-fighting I've been
[00:23.76] With my knapsack and gun, wheresoever I be
[00:27.51] Sure it's Union I fight for, 'til Ireland is free
[00:31.15] Oh, then let me be living or dying
[00:34.75] It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
[00:38.33] But the tyrant I'll still be defying
[00:42.18] In America's Irish Brigade
[00:49.54] In the Seven Days fight, sure I stood at my post
[00:52.99] And each pop of my gun made some rebel a ghost
[00:56.72] And whenever the word came to charge, be me soul
[01:00.54] I made in some blaggard a bayonet hole
[01:04.18] Oh bedad, it's myself they were slighting
[01:07.76] For the flag of the free I was fighting
[01:11.33] And the slaughter I made was delighting
[01:15.13] In America's Irish Brigade
[01:33.18] Oh, then let me be living or dying
[01:36.95] It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
[01:40.75] But the tyrant I'll still be defying
[01:44.37] In America's Irish Brigade
[01:48.12] When old Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick
[01:51.71] It's myself and the boys drove him back double-quick
[01:55.31] For we thought of Bull Run, and our bosoms were full
[01:58.94] And we wished we were running on old Johnny Bull
[02:02.46] If the boys of old Ireland would name it
[02:06.32] Our freedom, we soon would regain it
[02:09.92] It's myself would go in with my bayonet
[02:13.43] In America's Irish Brigade
[02:20.61] So there's hope for old Ireland, when Irishmen learn
[02:24.48] How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn
[02:28.02] And by this and by that, if we once get the chance
[02:32.03] There'll be rifles in England that don't come from France
[02:35.63] Sure, it's friends we have here when we need them
[02:39.28] Who when starving, sent bread for to feed them
[02:42.65] And they'll help us to fight for our freedom
[02:46.49] In America's Irish Brigade
[02:49.84] Oh, then let me be living or dying
[02:53.89] It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
[02:57.47] But the tyrant I'll still be defying
[03:01.28] In America's Irish Brigade
[03:03.88]
[00:20.15] With the boys of the army, a-fighting I've been
[00:23.76] With my knapsack and gun, wheresoever I be
[00:27.51] Sure it's Union I fight for, 'til Ireland is free
[00:31.15] Oh, then let me be living or dying
[00:34.75] It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
[00:38.33] But the tyrant I'll still be defying
[00:42.18] In America's Irish Brigade
[00:49.54] In the Seven Days fight, sure I stood at my post
[00:52.99] And each pop of my gun made some rebel a ghost
[00:56.72] And whenever the word came to charge, be me soul
[01:00.54] I made in some blaggard a bayonet hole
[01:04.18] Oh bedad, it's myself they were slighting
[01:07.76] For the flag of the free I was fighting
[01:11.33] And the slaughter I made was delighting
[01:15.13] In America's Irish Brigade
[01:33.18] Oh, then let me be living or dying
[01:36.95] It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
[01:40.75] But the tyrant I'll still be defying
[01:44.37] In America's Irish Brigade
[01:48.12] When old Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick
[01:51.71] It's myself and the boys drove him back double-quick
[01:55.31] For we thought of Bull Run, and our bosoms were full
[01:58.94] And we wished we were running on old Johnny Bull
[02:02.46] If the boys of old Ireland would name it
[02:06.32] Our freedom, we soon would regain it
[02:09.92] It's myself would go in with my bayonet
[02:13.43] In America's Irish Brigade
[02:20.61] So there's hope for old Ireland, when Irishmen learn
[02:24.48] How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn
[02:28.02] And by this and by that, if we once get the chance
[02:32.03] There'll be rifles in England that don't come from France
[02:35.63] Sure, it's friends we have here when we need them
[02:39.28] Who when starving, sent bread for to feed them
[02:42.65] And they'll help us to fight for our freedom
[02:46.49] In America's Irish Brigade
[02:49.84] Oh, then let me be living or dying
[02:53.89] It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing
[02:57.47] But the tyrant I'll still be defying
[03:01.28] In America's Irish Brigade
[03:03.88]