My name is Tim McDonald, I'm a native of the Isle
Was born among old Erin's bogs when I was but a child.
My father fought in " 'Ninety-eight," for liberty so dear
He fell upon old Vinegar Hill, like an Irish volunteer.

Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere
We'll fight and fall beneath its folds, like Irish volunteers!
Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere
We'll fight and fall beneath its folds, like Irish volunteers!

When I was driven from my home by an oppressor's hand
I *** my sticks and greased me brogues, and came o'er to this land.
I found a home and many friends, and some that I love dear
Be jabbers! I'll stick to them like bricks and an Irish volunteer.

Then fill your glasses up, me boys, and drink a hearty cheer
To the land of our adoption and the Irish volunteers!
Then fill your glasses up, me boys, and drink a hearty cheer
To the land of our adoption and the Irish volunteers!

Now when the traitors in the South commenced a war-like raid
I quickly then laid down my hod, to the devil went my spade!
To a recruiting office then I went, that happened to be near
And joined the good old "Sixty-ninth," like an Irish volunteer.

Then fill the ranks and march away, no traitors do we fear!
We'll drive them all to blazes, says the Irish volunteer.
Then fill the ranks and march away, no traitors do we fear!
We'll drive them all to blazes, says the Irish volunteer.

When the Prince of Wales came over here, and made a hubbaboo
Oh, everybody turned out, you know, in gold and tinsel too
But then the good old Sixty-ninth didn't like these lords or peers
They wouldn't give a damn for kings, the Irish volunteers!

We love the Land of Liberty, its laws we will revere
"But the devil take the nobility!" says the Irish volunteer
We love the Land of Liberty, its laws we will revere
"But the devil take the nobility!" says the Irish volunteer

Now if the traitors in the South should ever cross our roads
We'll drive them to the devil, as Saint Patrick did the toads
We'll give them all short nooses that come just below the ears
Made strong and good of Irish hemp by Irish volunteers.

Then here's to brave McClennan whom the army now reveres
He'll lead us on to victory, the Irish volunteers.
Then here's to brave McClellan, whom the army now reveres
He'll lead us on to victory, the Irish volunteers.

Now fill your glasses up, my boys, a toast come drink with me
May Erin's Harp and the Starry Flag united ever be
May traitors quake, and rebels shake, and tremble in their fears
When next they meet the Yankee boys and Irish volunteers!

God bless the name of Washington! that name this land reveres
Success to Meagher and Nugent, and their Irish volunteers!
God bless the name of Washington! that name this land reveres
Success to Meagher and Nugent, and their Irish volunteers!