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THE JOLLY COMPANIE.
I
Oh! we are jolly soldiersOf courage stout and true,
Some in strife grown hoary
And some to battle new.
We're going to the wars
Beyond the Irish sea,
Our green flag o'er us waving,
A jolly companie!
A jolly companie!
A jolly companie!
In bivouac, or wild attack,
A jolly companie!
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II
When we sailed from the harbour,Our hearts were sad and sore
For the girls we left behind us
Upon the Irish shore:—
Though the girls in France are fair,
To our own still true we'll be,
As we fight our way to glory,
A jolly companie!
A jolly companie!
A jolly companie!
Around the can, or man to man,
A jolly companie!
III
Here's a health to good King Lewis,Our friend for evermore,
And a health to poor Righ Shamus,
May his troubles soon be o'er,—
Where'er the pike we trail
We'll smite his enemie
To the tune of “Fág an bealach”,
A jolly companie!
A jolly companie!
A jolly companie!
In peace or fight, by day or night,
A jolly companie!
IV
When we look upon our flag-staffOf the hardy Irish oak,
'Twill remind us of our country
'Mid the battle's dust and smoke;—
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Our gory bed may be,
But we'll die like sons of Ireland,
A jolly companie!
A jolly companie!
A jolly companie!
In bivouac or wild attack,
A jolly companie!
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