Until, all toil and danger past,
They rested on their arms at last.
Antietam’s field can also tell,
How well they fought, how nobly fell;
Till Fredericksburgh’s twice fatal fray
Had almost swept their ranks away:
For each true-hearted Irishman
Will glory court in danger’s van,
And, last to quit the blood-stained field,
Will die before he basely yield!