on the[em] 21st of july,[d] beneath a burning sun,
mc[em]dowell met the southern troops in[g] battle at
a[g]bove the union[d] vanguard, was[am] proudly to be
be[g]side the[d] starry[em] banner,[b] old[em] erin’s
flag of green.
col. corcoran led the 69th on that eventful day,
i wish the prince of wales were there to see him in the
his charge upon the batteries was a most glorious
with gallant new york firemen and the boys that wear
in the hottest of the fire, there rode along the line
a captain of the zouave band, crying, “now, boys, is
ah, who so boldy rides with the bold and dauntless men?
’tis thomas francus meagher [ma-her] of erin’s isle of
the colors of the 69th, i say it without shame,
were taken in the struggle to swell the victor’s fame;
but farnham’s dashing zouaves, that run with the
retook them in a moment, with the boys that wore the
being overpowered by numbers, our troops were forced to
the southern black horse cavalry on them charged
but in that hour of peril, the flying m-ss to screen,
stood the gallant new york firemen with the boys that
wore the green.
oh, the boys of the 69th, they are a gallant band,
bolder never drew a sword for their adopted land.
amongst the fallen heroes, a braver had not been
than you, lamented haggerty, of erin’s isle of green.
farewell, my gallant countrymen who fell that fatal
farewell, ye n-ble firemen, now mouldering in the clay.
while blooms the leafy shamrock, whilst runs the old
your deeds will live bold red shirts and boys that wore