If, bearing our flag at our head,
We rose Ireland's freedom to win again,
They'd murther John Bull in the rear!"—
"You're right, sir," says Misther McFinnigan.
"Hurroo! for the Union, me boys,
And divil take all who would bother it,
Secession's a nagur so black
The divil himself ought to father it;
Hurroo! for the bould 69th,
That's prisintly bound to go in again;