I am the Kilrain, Im a fightin man And I come from County Clare And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian So I took my leave of there And I crossed the ocean in the Arrianne The vilest tub afloat And the captains brother was a railroad man And he met us at the boat So I joined up with the 20th Maine Like I said, my friend, Im a fighting man Marchin south in the pouring rain Were all goin down to Dixieland I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And we fight for Chamberlain Cause he stood right with us When the Johnnies came like a banshee on the wind When the smoke cleared out of Gettysburg Many a mother wept For many a good boy died there, sure And the air smelled just like death I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And Id march to hell and back again For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain Were all goin down to Dixieland I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine And I damn all gentlemen Whose only worth is their fathers name And the sweat of a workin man Well, we come from the farms and the city streets A hundred foreign lands And we spilled our blood in the battles heat Now were all Americans I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine And did I tell you, friend, Im a fightin man And Ill not be back this way again Cause were all goin down to Dixieland
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