作曲 : Mrs. Gore
 What for should I sing you of Roman or Greek,
 Or the boys we hear tell of in story?
 Come match me for fighting, for frolic, or freak,
 An Irishman's reign in his glory;
 For Ajax, and Hector, and bold Agamemnon,
 Were up to the tricks of our trade, O,
 But the rollicking boys, for war, ladies and noise,
 The boys of the Irish Brigade, O!
 What for should I sing you of Helen or Troy,
 Or the mischief that came by her flirting?
 There's Biddy M'Clinchy the pride of Fermoy,
 Twice as much of a Helen, that's certain.
 Then for Venus, so famous, or Queen Cleopatra,
 Bad luck to the word should be said, O,
 By the rollicking boys, for war, ladies and noise,
 The Boys of the Irish Brigade, O!
 What for should I sing you of classical fun,
 Or of games, whether Grecian or Persian?
 Sure the Curragh's the place where the knowing one's done,
 And Mallow that flogs for diversion.
 For fighting, for drinking, for ladies and all,
 No time like our times e'er was made, O,
 By the rollicking boys, for war, ladies and noise,
 The boys of the Irish Brigade, O!
 By the rollicking boys, for war, ladies and noise,
 The boys of the Irish Brigade, O!