'Twas a morning in July,
I was walking through Tipperary,
When I heard the battle cry
From the mountain overhead
When I looked up in the sky
I 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 to fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town!"
Says I: "Me soldier boy,
Will you take me to your captain?
It would be my pride and joy
For to serve with you today.
My own brother fell at Cork
And my son at Innes Carthay!"
And to the noble captain I did say:
"I will stand in the band like a true Irish man
And go to fight the forces of the crown!
I will march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field
For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town! "
"Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man
And go to fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town!"
As we marched back home again
In the shadow of the evening
With our banners flying low
To the memory of the dead
We returned unto our homes
But without our soldier laddie
I never will forget the words he said:
"Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man
And go to fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town!"
"Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man
And go to fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town!"
