The Boys of the Irish Brigade Lyrics And Chords
All credit goes to David Kincaid for setting the song to the melody "My Lodging is on the Cold Ground" (as the original lyric had no melody specified), for recording it on his album, "The Irish Volunteer" and for providing information on the song's background.
The song is about the Irish Brigade of the French Army (1691-1791) and it was published in Philadelphia in 1860. This song was sung by the Irish during the Civil War and could also have been used to refer to the famous Irish Brigade of the Union Army.
(The chords as seen in the first verse are repeated as such throughout) Guitar chords by Robert Morrow.
A ballad group from Ireland adapted their name from The Irish Brigade of the United States and called themselves The Irish Brigade [ songs ]
The song is about the Irish Brigade of the French Army (1691-1791) and it was published in Philadelphia in 1860. This song was sung by the Irish during the Civil War and could also have been used to refer to the famous Irish Brigade of the Union Army.
(The chords as seen in the first verse are repeated as such throughout) Guitar chords by Robert Morrow.
A ballad group from Ireland adapted their name from The Irish Brigade of the United States and called themselves The Irish Brigade [ songs ]
[G] What for shall I sing you of [C] Roman or Greek,
Or of [G] boys we [D] heard tell of in [G] story?
Come match me for fighting, for [C] frolic or freak,
An [G] Irishman's [D] reign in his [G] glory!
For Ajax and Hector and [C] bold Agamemnon,
Were [G] up to the [D] tricks of our [G] trade, O!
By the rollicking boys for war, [C] ladies and noise,
[G] The boys of the [D] Irish [G] Brigade, O!
What for should I sing you of Helen or Troy,
Or the mischief that came by her flirting?
There's Biddy MacClinchy the pride of Fermoy,
Twice as much of a Helen, that's certain.
Then for Venus, so famous, or Queen Cleopatra,
Bad luck to the word should be said, O,
By the rollicking boys, for war, ladies and noise,
The Boys of the Irish Brigade, O!
What for should I sing you of classical fun,
Or of games, whether Grecian or Persian?
Sure the Curragh's the place where the knowing one's done,
And Mallow that flogs for diversion.
For fighting, for drinking, for ladies and all,
No time like our times e'er was made, O,
By the rollicking boys, for war, ladies and noise,
The boys of the Irish Brigade, O!
Or of [G] boys we [D] heard tell of in [G] story?
Come match me for fighting, for [C] frolic or freak,
An [G] Irishman's [D] reign in his [G] glory!
For Ajax and Hector and [C] bold Agamemnon,
Were [G] up to the [D] tricks of our [G] trade, O!
By the rollicking boys for war, [C] ladies and noise,
[G] The boys of the [D] Irish [G] Brigade, O!
What for should I sing you of Helen or Troy,
Or the mischief that came by her flirting?
There's Biddy MacClinchy the pride of Fermoy,
Twice as much of a Helen, that's certain.
Then for Venus, so famous, or Queen Cleopatra,
Bad luck to the word should be said, O,
By the rollicking boys, for war, ladies and noise,
The Boys of the Irish Brigade, O!
What for should I sing you of classical fun,
Or of games, whether Grecian or Persian?
Sure the Curragh's the place where the knowing one's done,
And Mallow that flogs for diversion.
For fighting, for drinking, for ladies and all,
No time like our times e'er was made, O,
By the rollicking boys, for war, ladies and noise,
The boys of the Irish Brigade, O!
