'Twas a morning in July, I was walking to Tipperary When I heard a battle
cry From the mountains over head As I looked up in the sky I saw an Irish soldier laddie He 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 go to free old Wexford town!
Said I to that soldier
boy "Won't you take me to your captain T'would be my pride and joy For to march with you today. My young brother
fell in Cork And my son at Innes Carthay!" Unto the noble captain I did say:
I will stand in the band like
a true Irish man, And go and fight the forces of the crown. I will march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field, For
tonight we go to free old Wexford town!
As we marched back from the field In the shadow of the evening With our
banners flying low To the memory of our dead We returned unto our homes But without my soldier laddie Yet 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 go to free old Wexford town!