'Twas a morning in July, I was walking through Tipperary When I heard the battle cry From the mountain over head And 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 to 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 the soldier lad would 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!" so to the noble captain I did say:
I Will stand in the band like a true Irish man, And go to fight the forces of the crown? I Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field? For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!
As we marched back again In the shadow of the evening With our banners flying low To the memory of the dead o we came unto our homes But without my soldier laddie and i still can hear those brave words he said
Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man, And go to 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!
Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man, And go to 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!