American Old Time Song Lyrics: 08 The Gallant Sixty Ninth

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As sung by Harrigan and Hart.

We are privates in the Sixty-Ninth,
We follow up the fife and the drum;
We can't forget our old comrades
And their glory at Bull Run.
It was there with bayonets bristling,
In the thickest of the fray,
Where the shot and shell were whistling,
Our boys help'd gain the day.

We march behind the band,
True sons of Paddy's land,
The Irish boys for style are excellent;
The green above the red,
With martial step we thread,
In the gallant Sixty-Ninth Regiment.

They admit we are the ladies' pride
When we're out for a grand review;
They shout huzza, from near And far,
At our Irish boys so true.
With columns solid as a wall,
Bright uniforms, neat And clean;
We are, one And all, sons of Erin,
From the land of the Shamrock green.-Chorus.

Should America call on her soldier boys.
To the front we'd boldly go;
For a righteous cause, our nation's laws,
Give battle to our foe.
We'll ne'er forget old Ireland,
But keep our powder dry;
"Faugh a ballagh " our cry. clear the way,
To conquer or to die.-Chorus.
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