| Lyrics: | ERIN GO BRAGH
I'll tell you a story of a row in the town,
When the green flag went
up and the Crown rag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
And
they played the best games played in Erin Go Bragh.
One of our comrades was down at
Ring's end,
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but
volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.
Now here's to Tom
Pearce and our comrades who died
Tom Clark, McDunna, McDurmott, McBryde,
And here's to Jan
Connelly who gave one hurrah,
And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.
One
brave English captain was ranting that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you
away,"
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw,
And he died of lead poisoning in
Erin Go Bragh.
Old Kent and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin
Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw
All the
dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh.
Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her
renown,
In the long generation her fame will go down,
And our children will tell how their
forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Braugh.
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