Rebel Songbook A-Bog
Battle Eve Of The Brigade
A Breath of Peace
A Nation Once Again
A Prisoner's Christmas
A Rebel Song
A Song of the Loyal Irish
Admiral William Brown
After Aughrim's Great Disaster
Aiden McAnespie
All The Little Children
Anthony Gough
Arbour Hill
Armagh Sniper,The
Armagh Women,The
Armoured Car,The
Ashtown Road
Auf Wiedersehen,Crossmaglen
Auld Triangle,The
Bachelor's Walk
Back Home In Derry
Ballad Of Claudy
Banna Strand
Bard Of Armagh,The
Barry's Column
Barrymore Tithe Victory,The
Battle Eve Of The Brigade
Battle Of Granard,The
Battle Of Stormont,The
Belfast Brigade
Big Fellah,The
Big John Davey
Billy Reid
Birmingham Six
Black And Tan Gun,The
Black Watch,The
Blarismoor Tragedy,The
Blood All On The Grass
Blood-Stained Bandage
Bobby Sands
Bobby Sands From Belfast
Bobby Sands MP
Bobby Sands, Ballad Of
Bodenstown Churchyard
Bogside Volunteers

The Battle Eve of the Brigade
Thomas Osbourne Davis

The mess-tent is full,and the glasses are set, 
And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet; 
The vet'ran arose, like an uplifted lance, Crying - 
"Comrades, a health to the monarch of France!" 
With bumpers and cheers they have done as he bade, 
For King Louis is loved by The Irish Brigade.

"A health to King James," and they bent as they quaffed; 
"Here's to George the Elector," and fiercely they laughed; 
"Good luck to the girls we wooed long ago, 
Where Shannon, and Barrow, and Blackwater flow;" 
"God prosper Old Ireland," - you'd think them afraid, 
So pale grew the chiefs of The Irish Brigade.

"But surely, that light cannot come from our lamp? 
And that noise - are they all getting drunk in the camp ?" 
"Hurrah! boys, the morning of battle is come, 
And the generale's beating on many a drum." 
So they rush from the revel to join the parade; 
For the van is the right of The Irish Brigade.

They fought as they revelled, fast, fiery, and true, 
And, though victors, they left on the field not a few; 
And they, who survived, fought and drank as of yore, 
But the land of their heart's hope they never saw more; 
For in far foreign fields, from Dunkirk to Belgrade, 
Lie the soldiers and chiefs of The Irish Brigade.