I'm your grand marshal ! Now all understand
No wan but me will give any command !
Lannigan, Brannigan, Walsh, and McBride,
Being my aides you may ride by me side.
Bandmaster Daniel O' Connell O' Shea
Passing St. Bridget's play " St. Patrick's Day. "
This, Herman Schmaltz, will be your order too
Have your Dutch band play " O' Donnell Aboo. "
Mickey Mullarkey, keep step with the tune,
Yet double left-footed Kilkenny gosoon !
Officer Casey, when walking your beat,
Didn't ye learn how to lift up your feet?
Ev'ry Raypublican black A.P.A.
Envies us Irish on St. Patrick's Day.
No wan but me will give any command !
Lannigan, Brannigan, Walsh, and McBride,
Being my aides you may ride by me side.
Bandmaster Daniel O' Connell O' Shea
Passing St. Bridget's play " St. Patrick's Day. "
This, Herman Schmaltz, will be your order too
Have your Dutch band play " O' Donnell Aboo. "
Mickey Mullarkey, keep step with the tune,
Yet double left-footed Kilkenny gosoon !
Officer Casey, when walking your beat,
Didn't ye learn how to lift up your feet?
Ev'ry Raypublican black A.P.A.
Envies us Irish on St. Patrick's Day.
The Battle of Waterloo
Proud 'tis I am of ye !
Ev'ry last man of ye!
Irish the whole of ye !
God bless the sould of ye!
Slainte to all of ye!
Erin Go Bragh!
Left! - Right! - Left! - Right!
Glory to Patrick,
Now, ain't ye a sight!
Ev'ry last man of ye!
Irish the whole of ye !
God bless the sould of ye!
Slainte to all of ye!
Erin Go Bragh!
Left! - Right! - Left! - Right!
Glory to Patrick,
Now, ain't ye a sight!
The Battle of Waterloo
The Zulu War
You, Shamus Cleary, with legs like a bow,
Right out in front ! Why you vain so and so!
You should be marching behind fatty Burke,
Where no won could see ye, ye misshapen Turk!
Rafferty, watch were ye're putting your feet,
Get off the sidewalk, get down in the street!
Eyes to the fron there, O'Brien of Clare,
Never mind watching the colleens out there!
Alderman Cahill, sure how are your twins?
Make both of them priests, it won't balance your sins!
March on each side, lads, of Peg-Legged Flynn,
Father O' Shaughnessy, my, ye look grand!
Your Em'rald cadets are the best in the land!
Right out in front ! Why you vain so and so!
You should be marching behind fatty Burke,
Where no won could see ye, ye misshapen Turk!
Rafferty, watch were ye're putting your feet,
Get off the sidewalk, get down in the street!
Eyes to the fron there, O'Brien of Clare,
Never mind watching the colleens out there!
Alderman Cahill, sure how are your twins?
Make both of them priests, it won't balance your sins!
March on each side, lads, of Peg-Legged Flynn,
Father O' Shaughnessy, my, ye look grand!
Your Em'rald cadets are the best in the land!
Gettysburg
Proud 'tis i am of ye!
Ev'ry last man of ye!
Irish the whole of ye!
God bless the sould of ye!
Slainte to all of ye!
Erin Go Bragh!
Left! - Right! - Left! - Right!
Feet may be heavy,
But hearts are all light!
Ev'ry last man of ye!
Irish the whole of ye!
God bless the sould of ye!
Slainte to all of ye!
Erin Go Bragh!
Left! - Right! - Left! - Right!
Feet may be heavy,
But hearts are all light!
The Crimean War
The American War of
Independence
Independence
The Indian Mutiny
Stick in your stomach and hold up your chin,
Aisy to see you're from Mayo, McGinn!
What are ye puffing for, Larry Molloy?
Sure, tho' you're 80, you're only a boy!
Duffy, I'm Sorry the wife's feeling poor,
Play a soft tune, boys, when passing her door.
Fighting again, were ye, Danny, my b'y?
Who was it gave ye the lovely black eye?
Thanks be to God for the brave Clan na Gael,
Johnny Bull trembles when you're out of a jail!
At the Cathedral we'll pass in review,
Green flags a waving with the Red, White, and Blue;
Straighten your line now and strike up the band,
Archbishop Glennon's out there on the stand.
Aisy to see you're from Mayo, McGinn!
What are ye puffing for, Larry Molloy?
Sure, tho' you're 80, you're only a boy!
Duffy, I'm Sorry the wife's feeling poor,
Play a soft tune, boys, when passing her door.
Fighting again, were ye, Danny, my b'y?
Who was it gave ye the lovely black eye?
Thanks be to God for the brave Clan na Gael,
Johnny Bull trembles when you're out of a jail!
At the Cathedral we'll pass in review,
Green flags a waving with the Red, White, and Blue;
Straighten your line now and strike up the band,
Archbishop Glennon's out there on the stand.
The Boer War
Proud sure, i am of ye!
Ev'ry last man of ye!
Irish the whole of ye!
God bless the soul of ye!
Slainte to all of ye!
Erin Go Bragh!
Left! - Righ! - Left! - Right!
Gaze up to heaven!
Sure, what a grand site!
Ev'ry last man of ye!
Irish the whole of ye!
God bless the soul of ye!
Slainte to all of ye!
Erin Go Bragh!
Left! - Righ! - Left! - Right!
Gaze up to heaven!
Sure, what a grand site!
The Afghan Wars
There's Father Lonergan, good old John Finn,
Judge O' Neill Ryan and Daniel McGlynn,
I see James Cullinane, King of the patch,
Michael E. Smith with his snowy white thatch;
John J. O' Connor and there's Father Tim,
Father Mike Ryan, with all of his kin;
Dr. O' Reilly and old Dr. Kane,
Bishop Gilfillan - how he loved Sinn Fein!
Sheehan, the Moynihans, Pete Madden, too...
Fenians the lot of them, fearless and true!
Denny O' Callaghan, Sherriff Pat Clark,
Father O' Rourke of the Church of St. Mark!
Home to St. Bridget her wild geese have flown,
Shamrocks alone today carpet God's throne.
Judge O' Neill Ryan and Daniel McGlynn,
I see James Cullinane, King of the patch,
Michael E. Smith with his snowy white thatch;
John J. O' Connor and there's Father Tim,
Father Mike Ryan, with all of his kin;
Dr. O' Reilly and old Dr. Kane,
Bishop Gilfillan - how he loved Sinn Fein!
Sheehan, the Moynihans, Pete Madden, too...
Fenians the lot of them, fearless and true!
Denny O' Callaghan, Sherriff Pat Clark,
Father O' Rourke of the Church of St. Mark!
Home to St. Bridget her wild geese have flown,
Shamrocks alone today carpet God's throne.
The Peninsular War
The Great War 1914-18
Proud sure, I am of them!
Ev'ry last one of them!
Irish the whole of them!
God rest the sould of them!
Mercy God show to them!
Erin Go Bragh!
Ev'ry last one of them!
Irish the whole of them!
God rest the sould of them!
Mercy God show to them!
Erin Go Bragh!
The Second World War
Published in the St. Louis Register, a poem written around the mid to late 1800's in St. Louis about the Irish Residents. There was a neighbourhood on the near North side of downtown St. Louis, MO. known as the
" Kerry Patch " where Irish immigrants started their life. It was one of the poorest neighbourhoods in St. Louis and the non - Irish did not dare enter this area at risk of life or limb. The residents of " Kerry Patch " took care of each other and were known as a fighting crowd to that end. Around 1800, the German Immigrants became the predominant inhabitants of the " Kerry Patch ". That was the end of the Irish neighbourhood. But the " Kerry Patch " was long remembered and written about until the former Irish residents died.
" Kerry Patch " where Irish immigrants started their life. It was one of the poorest neighbourhoods in St. Louis and the non - Irish did not dare enter this area at risk of life or limb. The residents of " Kerry Patch " took care of each other and were known as a fighting crowd to that end. Around 1800, the German Immigrants became the predominant inhabitants of the " Kerry Patch ". That was the end of the Irish neighbourhood. But the " Kerry Patch " was long remembered and written about until the former Irish residents died.
