Search the Page of History.
Sung by Walter Munroe with great success.
If an Irish lad just a word might say,
I'll sing to you now a peculiar lay,
Of my country, where tears wipe out every smile,
Which is known to the world as the emerald isle;
Where the girls are the fairest you ever did see.
But with England somehow we can never agree,
Bad luck to the quarrels, it keeps us all down,
Sure the shamrock's a friend to the rose And the crown.
If you search the page of history, there you'll find,
Irishmen were never behind;
With his bayonet by his side, Pat has often turned the tide,
And helped to build the honor of old England.,
On tablets of fame, if you are searching again,
Poets and statesmen, and valiant men;
Wolfe Tone, Robert Emmet and Brien Born,
And Wellington great who gained famed Waterloo.
So that's why I say, and I still will maintain,
Our boys have fought, hard in Victoria's reigu,
And it is your duty, in truth you'll confess,
To help poor Pat when his land's in distress.-Chorus.
By a small strip of ocean our lands are apart,
But no strip at all can divide a true heart;
And that Paddy's heart is both loyal and true,
Is very soon found in the history of you.
On Majuba Bill Mountain their vengeance was swift,
And when will you ever forget the Rorke's Drift,
Or in the Soudan, deeds that never can fade,
Were done by the 18th Royal Irish Brigade.-Chorus.