The Irish Volunteer

My name is Tim McDonald, I m a native of the Isle, I was born among old Erin s bogs when I was but a child. My father fought in Ninetyeight, for liberty so dear; He fell upon old Vinegar Hill, like and Irish volunteer. Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere We ll fight and fall beneath its folds, like Irish volunteers ChorusThen raise the harp, etc. When I was driven form my home by an oppressor s hand, I cut my sticks and greased my brogues, and came o er to this land. I found a home an many friends, and some that I love dear; Be jabbers I ll stick to them like bricks and an Irish volunteer. Then fill your glasses up, my boys, and drink a hearty cheer, To the land of our adoption and the Irish volunteer ChorusThen fill your glasses, etc. Now when the traitors in the south commenced a warlike raid, I quickly then laid down my hod, to the devil went my spade, br, br,