作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid
 Ye sons of green Erin, assemble
 And join in the battle's array
 The usurpers and traitors shall tremble
 When they see the brigade in the fray
 Go and march to the battlefield proudly
 Let the foe at your might be dismayed
 And the trumpet of fame shall sound loudly
 The praise of the Irish Brigade
 Old Grann now looks over the ocean
 And hears the fierce bugle of Mars
 And the strength of her heart's high devotion
 Is roused for the Stripes and the Stars
 And she raises her voice loud as thunder
 That voice which was always obeyed
 Saying, "Boys, cut the rebels asunder
 With the swords of the Irish Brigade!"
 In view of the guilt and the treason
 The goddess of liberty sighs
 Let us up and defend her in season
 And bring back the joy of her eyes
 Bear the Stars and the Stripes o'er you proudly
 And ne'er let your march be delayed
 'Til the foe flies in terror before you
 When charged by the Irish Brigade
 Go and march to the battlefield proudly
 Let the foe at your might be dismayed
 And the trumpet of fame shall sound loudly
 The praise of the Irish Brigade!