The Irish Soldier Laddie

'Twas a morning in July

I was walking through Tipperary

When I heard a battle cry

From the mountains over head

As I looked in to the sky

Saw an Irish soldier laddie

He looked at me right fearlessly and said

Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man

And go and fight the forces of the crown

Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field

For tonight we go to free old Wexford town

Said I to that soldier lad

Will you take me to your captain

It would be my pride and joy

For to march with you today

My own brother fell at Cork

And my son at Enniscorthy

And to the noble captain I did say

I will stand in the band like a true Irish man

I’ll go and fight the forces of the crown

I’ll march with O'Neill to an Irish battlefield

For tonight we go to free old Wexford town

As we marched back again

In the shadow of the evening

With our banners flying low

To the memory of the dead

We returned them to our homes

But without our soldier laddie

I never will forget those words he said

Will you stand in the band like a true Irish man

And go and fight the forces of the crown

Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battlefield

For tonight we go to free old Wexford town

For tonight we go to free old Wexford town