You Irishmen and women too, draw near, both young and old A doleful lamentation now to you I will unfold With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh One hundred gallant Irishmen, we are left for to deplore Whose bodies fell avictim upon fair Columbias shore With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh It was at the siege of New Orleans, upon the ninth of May Our countrymen they suffered so upon that fatal day With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh They were engaged by five to one when charged on with the steel But Erins sons did loudly cry, well die before we kneel With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh They were repulsed, they could not stand, exertion proved in vain They strove to break the enemys force, and drive them from the plain With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh But alas their number it was too small and it gave them no fair play Not one of them did near escape upon that fatal day With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh To see the streets that evening, each heart would rend with pain The human blood in rivers ran that can it flood a stream With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh Mens heads blown off their bodies most dismal for to see And wounded men did loudly cry with pain and agony With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh The federals they did then advanced and broken through the town They trampled dead and wounded men that lay upon the ground With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh The wounded called for mercy but none they did receive They numbered them among the dead and threw them in the grave With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh Three hundred killed and wounded that then lay in their grave One half of them were Irishmen far from their native shore With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh Poor orphans now they may weep and cry and parents through the day They let their lovely children go on to Americay With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh For ye that hear those doleful lines, do not neglect to toil An they everfore enlighten good on St. Patricks Isle With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh And a drink upon our countrymen who left their native shore Their friends may mourn for their loss theyll never see them more With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh Now to conclude with these few lines, with grief Ill say no more You know it was through poverty they left their native shore With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh They had no one to heal their wounds, may angels them surround Before the throne of heaven may they wear a brilliant crown With me tooraiah, mfaddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh
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