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'Twas a mornin' in July, I was walking through Tipperary When I heard the battle cry, from the mountains overhead As I looked up to the sky, I saw an Irish Soldier laddie He looked at me right fearlessly and said Chorus Will you stand in the band like a true Irishman And go and fight the forces of the crown Will you march with O'Neill to an Irish battlefield For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town Says I to that soldier lad, would you take me to your captain It would be my pride and joy for to march with you today I've a brother died at Cork and a son at Enniscorthy To the noble captain I did say We marched back again in the shadow of the evening With our banners flying low to the memory of the dead We came back to our homes but without our soldier laddie But I still can hear those brave words he said |