[00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid
[00:43.091] To Erin's sons of hill and plain, come listen to my feeble strain
[00:47.610] Perhaps you'll think it but a dream, though every line is true
[00:52.136] I'll sing you of our long campaign, through Summer's sun and Winter's rain
[00:56.807] To Richmond's gates and back again, I will relate to you
[01:03.673] It was in August Sixty-One, that Colonel Owen took command
[01:08.430] And brought us into Maryland, then let it rain or shine;
[01:12.988] He drilled us every day we rose, to learn us how to thresh our foes
[01:17.612] And often have they felt the blows of the gallant Sixty-Ninth
[01:24.470] In February Sixty-Two, when passing in a grand review
[01:29.182] We were told our foes we should pursue, and Richmond overthrow
[01:33.659] To Washington we went straightway, and sailed in steamers down the Bay
[01:38.362] Until that we were stopped next day, to land at Fort Monroe
[01:47.502] At Hampton then we camp'd around, until brave Little Mac came down
[01:52.164] And ordered us up to Yorktown, our strength there to combine;
[01:56.680] Where there we work'd both night and day, and drove the rebel hordes away
[02:01.260] And walking through the town next day, was the Irish Sixty-Ninth
[02:08.211] From Yorktown then we sailed away, and landed at West Point next day
[02:12.901] And gaily marched along the way, and camped among the Pines
[02:17.510] And there we stopped three weeks or more, until we heard the cannons roar
[02:22.026] And musketry came like a shower, along the rebel lines
[02:28.976] Then double quick away we went, across the river we were sent
[02:33.592] To drive the rebels back we meant, no man fell out of line
[02:38.252] There Philadelphia's adopted sons, bravely supported Rickett's guns
[02:42.868] And when away the rebels run, cheers the gallant Sixty-Ninth
[03:09.524] At Fair Oaks then long weeks we lay, and picket fighting night and day
[03:14.036] I have seen our brave boys borne away, and some in death grow pale
[03:18.593] And in the seven days fight going back, on bloody fields we left our track
[03:23.351] When other regiments falling back, we stood as at Glendale
[03:30.084] Where horse and foot retreat that day, all bleeding from that dreadful fray
[03:34.764] Right manfully we fought our way, in one unbroken line
[03:39.310] And when our bullets all were spent, three cheers we for the Union sent
[03:44.082] And charging at the grey coats went, the Irish Sixty-Ninth
[03:50.921] And on Antietam field again, we boldly faced the Iron rain
[03:55.499] Some of our boys upon the plain, they found a bloody grave
[04:00.167] Where our brave General, Little Mac, made boasting Lee to clear the track
[04:04.740] And take his ragged rebels back, across Potomac's wave
[04:14.021] At Fredericksburg our old brigade, with Owen, who never was afraid
[04:18.550] As soon as the pontoon was laid, we crossed in the first line
[04:23.169] And though the bullets flew around, we drove the grey coats from the town
[04:27.795] Such work is always done up brown, by the Irish Sixty-Ninth
[04:34.648] Next day upon the battle field, old veterans they were forced to yield
[04:39.400] For the rebels had a Stonewall shield, protected front and rear
[04:43.863] The cannons blazing shot and shell, it was like the gaping jaws of hell
[04:48.563] Where many a brave man round us fell, we boldly done our share
[04:55.383] O'Kane, our Colonel, nobly stood, where the grass was turning red with blood
[05:00.099] And growing to a crimson flood, we still kept in our line
[05:04.609] Though many got a bloody shroud, as Philadelphia's sons we are proud
[05:09.280] And sing the deeds in praises loud, of the gallant Sixty-Ninth