The Irish Volunteer

My name is Tim McDonald, I’m a native of the Isle, I 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 and 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! Chorus--Then raise the harp, etc. When I was driven form my home by an oppressor’s hand, I cut my sticks and greased my brogues, and came o’er to this land. I found a home an 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, my boys, and drink a hearty cheer, To the land of our adoption and the Irish volunteer! Chorus--Then fill your glasses, etc. Now when the traitors in the south commenced a warlike raid, I quickly then laid down my hod, to the devil went my spade&#