American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 Sergeant Hickey Of The G A R

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43

Sergeant Hickey of the G. A. R.
Copyright, 1893, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.

When war obscured the nation, and our soldiers filled the land,
John Hickey for the Union took a musket in his hand.
So faithfully and nobly, boys, he followed stripes and stars,
Courageous Irish trooper in the ranks of the G. A. R.

Chorus.
Brave old soldier, veterans all,
With banners gaily streaming, bayonets gleaming.
At the bugle's call, Sergeant Hickey marched to war,
Courageous, brave old Irish trooper in the G. A. R.

He held aloft the banner bold, the emblem of the free,
With Sherman from Atlanta, boys, he marched to the sea.
While clinging to the starry flat, he'd shout hip, hip, hurrah!
Courageous Irish trooper of the G. A. R.- Chorus.

He loved the smell of powder, boys, for fighting was his bent;
There never was a coward in his gallant regiment.
The bullets would not kill him, boys, he never bore a scar,
Courageous Irish trooper in the ranks of the G. A. R.- Chorus.

At last he took a fever, boys, that took away his trade;
He murmured when a-dying, oh, I'm going on parade.
Oh, lay me low, my comrades dear, beneath the stripes and stars;
Courageous Irish trooper in the ranks of the G. A. R.-Chorus.