And the harp of green Erin still kiss the same breeze,
And brave ev’ry storm that beclouds the fair weather,
Till our harp, like the Stars, floats o’er, rivers and seas.
God prosper manly soul-heart, on both land and ocean,
That goes in defiance of danger and scars,
And send them safe home, to their wives and their sweethearts,
With the harp of old Erin and Banner of Stars.
The Delaware Volunteers.
Come all you young men that do intend to roam
From the State of Delaware, a long way from home,