The Irish Volunteer Lyrics And Guitar Chords
A traditional song recorded by Derek Warfield, also recorded by David Kincaid. The Irish Volunteer’ was recorded by Derek Warfield and featured on his third solo album ‘Sons of Erin’. The album focuses on the many Irish who fought and died on the Union side of the American Civil War. The melody of this song is ‘The Irish Jaunting Car’ a traditional Irish tune. The guitar chords are by Fintan Warfield. The Volunteer Song by the Donegal folk group Goats Don't Shave also had a song out called the Volunteer.
[G) Me name is Tim (C) McDonnell, I’m (G) from the Emerald (D) Isle,
(G) I was born in (C) Ireland’s bogs and (G) left when (D) but a (G) child.
Me father fought in (C) ’98, for (G) liberty so (D) dear;
He (G) fell upon old (C) Vinegar Hill, like an (G) Irish (D) volun(G)teer.
(G) Then raise the harp of (D) Erin, boys, the (C) flag we all (G) revere,
We’ll fight and fall (C) beneath the folds like (G) Irish (D) volun(G)teers!
(G) Then raise the harp of (D) Erin, boys, the (C) flag we all (G) revere,
We’ll fight and fall (C) beneath the folds like (G) Irish (D) volun(G)teers!
When I was driven from me home by an oppressor’s hand,
I cut me sticks and greased me brogues, came over to this land.
I found a home and many friends, and some that I love dear;
I’ll stick to them like bricks and glue says the Irish Volunteer.
Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere,
We’ll fight and fall beneath the folds like Irish Volunteers!
Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere,
We’ll fight and fall beneath the folds like Irish Volunteers!
Now when the traitors of the south commence their warlike raid,
I quickly laid down my hod, to the devil went me spade!
To a recruiting office I went, that happened to be near,
And joined the good old sixty-ninth like an Irish Volunteer.
Then fill the ranks, and march away! No traitor’s do we fear;
We’ll drive them all to blazes, says the Irish Volunteer.
Then fill the ranks, and march away! No traitor’s do we fear;
We’ll drive them all to blazes, says the Irish Volunteer.
When the Prince of Wales came o’er, and made a hullabaloo,
Oh, everybody was turned-out in gold and tinsel too;
But then the good old sixty-ninth they didn’t like lords or peers,
They wouldn’t give a damn for Kings, the Irish volunteers!
We love the land of liberty, it’s laws we will revere,
“But the devil take the nobility!” says the Irish volunteer.
We love the land of liberty, it’s laws we will revere,
“But the devil take the nobility!” says the Irish volunteer.
Now if the traitors in the south should ever cross our roads,
We’ll drive them all to blazes, as Saint Patrick did the toads,
Well give them all short nooses that come just below the ears
Made strong and good from Irish hemp, by Irish volunteers.
Then here’s to brave McClellan, whom the army now reveres,
He’ll lead us on to victory, say the Irish volunteers.
Then here’s to brave McClellan, whom the army now reveres,
He’ll lead us on to victory, say the Irish volunteers.
Now fill your glasses up, me boys, a toast come drink with me,
May Erin’s harp and Starry Flag united ever be;
May traitors quake, and rebels shake, and tremble in their fears,
When next we meet the Yankee boys, the Irish volunteers.
God bless the name of Washington, that name this land reveres,
Success to Meagher and Nugent and the Irish volunteers.
God bless the name of Washington, that name this land reveres,
Success to Meagher and Nugent and the Irish volunteers.
(G) I was born in (C) Ireland’s bogs and (G) left when (D) but a (G) child.
Me father fought in (C) ’98, for (G) liberty so (D) dear;
He (G) fell upon old (C) Vinegar Hill, like an (G) Irish (D) volun(G)teer.
(G) Then raise the harp of (D) Erin, boys, the (C) flag we all (G) revere,
We’ll fight and fall (C) beneath the folds like (G) Irish (D) volun(G)teers!
(G) Then raise the harp of (D) Erin, boys, the (C) flag we all (G) revere,
We’ll fight and fall (C) beneath the folds like (G) Irish (D) volun(G)teers!
When I was driven from me home by an oppressor’s hand,
I cut me sticks and greased me brogues, came over to this land.
I found a home and many friends, and some that I love dear;
I’ll stick to them like bricks and glue says the Irish Volunteer.
Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere,
We’ll fight and fall beneath the folds like Irish Volunteers!
Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere,
We’ll fight and fall beneath the folds like Irish Volunteers!
Now when the traitors of the south commence their warlike raid,
I quickly laid down my hod, to the devil went me spade!
To a recruiting office I went, that happened to be near,
And joined the good old sixty-ninth like an Irish Volunteer.
Then fill the ranks, and march away! No traitor’s do we fear;
We’ll drive them all to blazes, says the Irish Volunteer.
Then fill the ranks, and march away! No traitor’s do we fear;
We’ll drive them all to blazes, says the Irish Volunteer.
When the Prince of Wales came o’er, and made a hullabaloo,
Oh, everybody was turned-out in gold and tinsel too;
But then the good old sixty-ninth they didn’t like lords or peers,
They wouldn’t give a damn for Kings, the Irish volunteers!
We love the land of liberty, it’s laws we will revere,
“But the devil take the nobility!” says the Irish volunteer.
We love the land of liberty, it’s laws we will revere,
“But the devil take the nobility!” says the Irish volunteer.
Now if the traitors in the south should ever cross our roads,
We’ll drive them all to blazes, as Saint Patrick did the toads,
Well give them all short nooses that come just below the ears
Made strong and good from Irish hemp, by Irish volunteers.
Then here’s to brave McClellan, whom the army now reveres,
He’ll lead us on to victory, say the Irish volunteers.
Then here’s to brave McClellan, whom the army now reveres,
He’ll lead us on to victory, say the Irish volunteers.
Now fill your glasses up, me boys, a toast come drink with me,
May Erin’s harp and Starry Flag united ever be;
May traitors quake, and rebels shake, and tremble in their fears,
When next we meet the Yankee boys, the Irish volunteers.
God bless the name of Washington, that name this land reveres,
Success to Meagher and Nugent and the Irish volunteers.
God bless the name of Washington, that name this land reveres,
Success to Meagher and Nugent and the Irish volunteers.
David Kincade The Irish Volunteer
An older song with the same title.
THE IRISH VOLUNTEER
The Volunteer movement spread quickly throughout Protestant Ireland. By the end of 1778 there were ten thousand men in arms, by summer of 1779, perhaps forty thousand. Lecky observes that:
Never before in Ireland had public opinion shown itself so strong, so earnest, and so self-reliant. A sincere loyalty to the Crown, and a firm resolution to defend the country from invasion, were blended with a resolute determination to maintain a distinctively Irish policy.
Charlemont and Grattan were walking a political tightrope. While personally sympathetic to the American rebels, the Patriot leaders found it very much in the interest of their Volunteers to whip up public sentiment against the colonists' French allies. In the event it worked. When the French and Spanish fleets appeared in the English Channel during early summer 1779, the administration, with no viable alternative, grudgingly supplied the Irish Volunteers with sixteen thousand stands of arms. The Patriot leaders were now in command of a force that was a credible deterrent to the French. It would soon be "credible" to the British Crown itself."
An anonymous Belfast street bard, presumably unaware of the Patriot politicians' dilemma, wrote this chauvinistic ballad blithely convinced the Americans were the enemy.
It did not take Charlemont and Grattan long to realise that an armed force the size of the Volunteers could be used to im- press more than the French. Consequently, the Patriot Party leaders used the potential of this Irish "National" army to press London for a roll-back of the hated Navigation Laws. To demon- strate their influence, they used the Irish Volunteers quietly to fan the flames of a supposedly spontaneous "non-importation" movement. Hussey Burgh, perhaps the most eloquent of the Patriot politicians, concluded a speech on the floor of the Com- mons by reminding George III that temporary economic measures were not good enough, that it was "by free trade alone, that this nation is now to be saved from impending ruin." Grat tan insured that the Dublin newspapers published the names of merchants that were selling English rather than Irish goods, lists that became shorter as the "non-importers" became more vocal. The Patriots were also careful to make public that the scarlet, green, blue, and orange uniforms of the Volunteers were all of domestic manufacture.
Ye daughters of Old Ireland, these lines to you I write,
Concerning your true lovers who have volunteered to fight
For their country's standard, to face their rebel peers,
It's pretty dame will see again our Irish Volunteer.
The worthy son of liberty who's got the heart to go
To sustain his country's dignity and face the rebel foe,
He's worthy of a lady's love, we'll all call him our dear,
He's strong and bold, and uncontrolled, our Irish Volunteer.
The cymbals are sounding, the trumpet shrill doth blow
For each platoon to form, we've got orders for to go;
Each pretty girl says to her love: "My darling, never fear,
You will always find us true and kind to the Irish Volunteer."
In the fearful hour of battle, when the cannons loud do roar,
We'll think upon our loves that we left to see no more;
And if grim death appears to us, its terrors and its fears
Can never scare in Freedom's war, our Irish Volunteers.
Come all ye worthy gentlemen who have the heart and means,
Be kind unto the soldier's wife, they hold your country's reins;
They will come back victorious, those gallant fusiliers,
And bring again the flag unstained, our Irish Volunteers.
THE IRISH VOLUNTEER
The Volunteer movement spread quickly throughout Protestant Ireland. By the end of 1778 there were ten thousand men in arms, by summer of 1779, perhaps forty thousand. Lecky observes that:
Never before in Ireland had public opinion shown itself so strong, so earnest, and so self-reliant. A sincere loyalty to the Crown, and a firm resolution to defend the country from invasion, were blended with a resolute determination to maintain a distinctively Irish policy.
Charlemont and Grattan were walking a political tightrope. While personally sympathetic to the American rebels, the Patriot leaders found it very much in the interest of their Volunteers to whip up public sentiment against the colonists' French allies. In the event it worked. When the French and Spanish fleets appeared in the English Channel during early summer 1779, the administration, with no viable alternative, grudgingly supplied the Irish Volunteers with sixteen thousand stands of arms. The Patriot leaders were now in command of a force that was a credible deterrent to the French. It would soon be "credible" to the British Crown itself."
An anonymous Belfast street bard, presumably unaware of the Patriot politicians' dilemma, wrote this chauvinistic ballad blithely convinced the Americans were the enemy.
It did not take Charlemont and Grattan long to realise that an armed force the size of the Volunteers could be used to im- press more than the French. Consequently, the Patriot Party leaders used the potential of this Irish "National" army to press London for a roll-back of the hated Navigation Laws. To demon- strate their influence, they used the Irish Volunteers quietly to fan the flames of a supposedly spontaneous "non-importation" movement. Hussey Burgh, perhaps the most eloquent of the Patriot politicians, concluded a speech on the floor of the Com- mons by reminding George III that temporary economic measures were not good enough, that it was "by free trade alone, that this nation is now to be saved from impending ruin." Grat tan insured that the Dublin newspapers published the names of merchants that were selling English rather than Irish goods, lists that became shorter as the "non-importers" became more vocal. The Patriots were also careful to make public that the scarlet, green, blue, and orange uniforms of the Volunteers were all of domestic manufacture.
Ye daughters of Old Ireland, these lines to you I write,
Concerning your true lovers who have volunteered to fight
For their country's standard, to face their rebel peers,
It's pretty dame will see again our Irish Volunteer.
The worthy son of liberty who's got the heart to go
To sustain his country's dignity and face the rebel foe,
He's worthy of a lady's love, we'll all call him our dear,
He's strong and bold, and uncontrolled, our Irish Volunteer.
The cymbals are sounding, the trumpet shrill doth blow
For each platoon to form, we've got orders for to go;
Each pretty girl says to her love: "My darling, never fear,
You will always find us true and kind to the Irish Volunteer."
In the fearful hour of battle, when the cannons loud do roar,
We'll think upon our loves that we left to see no more;
And if grim death appears to us, its terrors and its fears
Can never scare in Freedom's war, our Irish Volunteers.
Come all ye worthy gentlemen who have the heart and means,
Be kind unto the soldier's wife, they hold your country's reins;
They will come back victorious, those gallant fusiliers,
And bring again the flag unstained, our Irish Volunteers.
Irish flag flying indoors
