Kelly’s Irish Brigade

Kelly’s Irish Brigade.

Listen, all ye that hold communion
With Southern Confederates so bold,
And I’ll tell of some men for the Union,
Who in Northern ranks were enrolled;
They came to Missouri in their glory,
And thought at their might we’d be dismayed,
But they soon had a different story
When they met Kelly’s Irish Brigade.

When they met with the Irish Brigade,
When they met with the Irish Brigade,
Didn’t those cowardly Lincolnites tremble,
When they met with the Irish Brigade.

They have called us Rebels and Traitors,
But themselves have thrown off that name of late;
They were called it by the English Invaders
At home—in the year of “Ninety-Eight;”
The name to us is not a new one,
Though ’tis one that never will degrade
And true-hearted Irishman
In the ranks of Kelly’s Irish Brigade.

When they met, &c.

They dare not call us Invaders,
’Tis but State’s Rights and Liberty we ask;
And Missouri—we’ll ever defend her,
No matter how hard may be the task;
Then let true Irishmen assemble—
Let the voice of Missouri be obeyed,
And the Northern fanatics will tremble
When again they meet Kelly’s Irish Brigade.

When they met, &c.