Young America and Ould Ireland Lyrics And Chords
All credit goes to David Kincaid for the research and for including this on his album "The Irish-American's Song". The song is narrated by a soldier in the famous Irish Brigade of the Union army, and the aspiration that one day they might put their military training to use in an American-led liberation of Ireland (which could very well have come to fruition, had the Fenian raids been successful). More American Patriotic Song Lyrics .
The air used for this song is called "Darling Ould Stick" and it was written in the early 1860s. Guitar chords by Robert Morrow.
The air used for this song is called "Darling Ould Stick" and it was written in the early 1860s. Guitar chords by Robert Morrow.
[G] It’s a soldier I am, and I’m wearing the green;
[C] With the boys of the [G] army a-[C] fighting I’ve [D] been;
With my [G] knapsack and gun, whereso[C]ever I [G] be,
Sure it’s Union I [C] fight for, till [D] Ireland is [G] free.
[G] Oh then let me be living or dying,
[C] It's a sigh for the old sod I'm [D] sighing,
[G] But the tyrant I'll [C] still be [G] defying
In [C] America's [D] Irish [G] Brigade!
In the seven days’ fight, sure I stood at my post,
And each pop of my gun made some Rebel a ghost;
And whenever the word came to charge, by me soul!
I made in some blaggard a bayonet-hole!
Oh! Bedad, it's myself they were slighting,
For the flag of the Free I was fighting,
And the slaughter I made was delighting,
In America's Irish Brigade!
When ould Stone-wall came down like a thousand of brick,
It’s meself and the boys drove him back double quick:
For, we thought of Bull-Run, and our bosoms were full,
And we wished we were running on ould Johnny Bull.
If the boys of ould reland would mane it,
Our freedom we soon would regain it,
It's myself would go in with my bayonet,
In America's Irish Brigade!
Sure there’s hope for ould Ireland, when Irishmen learn
How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn;
And, by this and by that, if we once get the chance.
There’ll be rifles in England that don’t come from France!
Sure it's friends we have here when we need them,
Who, when starving, sent bread for to feed them,
And they'll help us to fight for our freedom,
In America's Irish Brigade!
[C] With the boys of the [G] army a-[C] fighting I’ve [D] been;
With my [G] knapsack and gun, whereso[C]ever I [G] be,
Sure it’s Union I [C] fight for, till [D] Ireland is [G] free.
[G] Oh then let me be living or dying,
[C] It's a sigh for the old sod I'm [D] sighing,
[G] But the tyrant I'll [C] still be [G] defying
In [C] America's [D] Irish [G] Brigade!
In the seven days’ fight, sure I stood at my post,
And each pop of my gun made some Rebel a ghost;
And whenever the word came to charge, by me soul!
I made in some blaggard a bayonet-hole!
Oh! Bedad, it's myself they were slighting,
For the flag of the Free I was fighting,
And the slaughter I made was delighting,
In America's Irish Brigade!
When ould Stone-wall came down like a thousand of brick,
It’s meself and the boys drove him back double quick:
For, we thought of Bull-Run, and our bosoms were full,
And we wished we were running on ould Johnny Bull.
If the boys of ould reland would mane it,
Our freedom we soon would regain it,
It's myself would go in with my bayonet,
In America's Irish Brigade!
Sure there’s hope for ould Ireland, when Irishmen learn
How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn;
And, by this and by that, if we once get the chance.
There’ll be rifles in England that don’t come from France!
Sure it's friends we have here when we need them,
Who, when starving, sent bread for to feed them,
And they'll help us to fight for our freedom,
In America's Irish Brigade!