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But themselves have thrown off that name of late
They were called it by the English invaders
At home in the eve of ninety-eight
The name to us is not a new one though
'Tis one that shall never degrade
And each blue-hearted Irishman
In the ranks of Kelly's Irish Brigade
They will hang Jeff. Davis to a sour apple tree!
They will hang Jeff. Davis to a sour apple tree!
As they march along!
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
As we are marching on!
God Bless the South! And y'all too- even the Yankees! We're brothers now- I suppose o7
Union boys will win the battles!