Irish Soldier Laddie
'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:
Chorus: 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 Enniscorthy!"
Unto the noble captain I did say:
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: