We have not forgotten the fond hope of freemen,
The home in the West for the true and the brave;
And Celts ne’er will yield, for the daring shall lead them
To triumph o’er Treason, or sink in the grave.
Sweet Maid of Erin, though far in the distance,
I still love my darling, and Erin go Bragh.
Stand by the Union.
Air—Wait for the Wagon.
Fellow-citizens and soldiers! I’ve a word or two to say,
There’s no use to dodge the question, or to flout the facts away;