[bad word] all you gallant heroes, And along with [bad word] I'll sing a song, it won't take long, Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth
They're a band of men brave, stout and bold, From Ireland they came
And they hailed a leader to the fore, And Cocoran was his name

It was in the month of April, When the boys they sailed away
And they made a sight so glorious, As they marched along Broadway
They marched right down Broadway, me boys, Until they reached the shore
And from there they went to Washington, And straight unto the war
 [bad word]  So we gave them hearty cheers, me boys, which was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys that fear no noise, We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

And when the war is said and done, May heaven spare our lives
For its only then that we can return, To our loved ones and our wives
We'll take them in our arms, me boys, For a long night and a day
And we'll hope that war [bad word] no more, To sweet America
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So farewell unto you dear New York, Will I e'er see you once more
For it fills my heart with sorrow, To leave your sovereign shore
But the country now it is calling us, And we must hasten fore
So here's to the stars and stripes, me boys, And to Ireland's lovely shore

And here's to Murphy and Devine, Of honor and renown
Who did escort our heroes, Unto the battle ground
And said unto our colonel, We must fight hand to hand
Until we plant the stars and stripes, Way down in Dixieland
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