Well, I am a modern hero Me name is Paddy Kearney Not long ago, I landed from The bogs of sweet Killarney I used to cry out Soap fat, Because that was my trade sir till I listed for a soldier boy With Corcorans brigade, sir For to fight for Uncle Sam Hell lead us on to glory, O! Hell lead us on to glory, O! To save the stripes and stars Ora, once in regimentals Me mind it did bewilder I bid goodbye to Biddy dear And all the darling childher Oh, says I, the Irish volunteers The devil aone afraid is Because weve got the soldier bold McClellan for to lead us For to fight for Uncle Sam Hell lead us on to glory, O! Hell lead us on to glory, O! To save the stripes and stars We soon got into battle We made a charge of baynets The rebel blaggards soon gave way They fell as thick as paynuts Och, hone, the slaughter that we made Bedad, it was delighting For the Irish lads in action Are the devils boys for fighting Theyll fight for Uncle Sam Hell lead us on to glory, O! Hell lead us on to glory, O! To save the stripes and stars For to fight for Uncle Sam Hell lead us on to glory, O! Hell lead us on to glory, O! To save the stripes and stars Och, sure, we never will give in In any sort of manner Until the South comes back again Beneath the starry banner And if John Bull should interfere Hed suffer for it truly For soon the Irish Volunteers Would give him ballyhooly Well fight for Uncle Sam Hell lead us on to glory, O! Hell lead us on to glory, O! To save the stripes and stars And now, before I end my song This free advice, Ill tender We soon will use the rebels up And make them all surrender And once again, the stars and stripes Will to the breeze be swellin If Uncle Abe will give us back Our darlin boy McClellan Well follow little Mac Hell lead us on to glory, O! Hell lead us on to glory, O! To save the stripes and stars Hell lead us on to glory, O! Hell lead us on to glory, O! To save the stripes and stars
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