'Twas a morning in July I was walking to Tipperary
When I heard a battle cry from the mountains overhead
As I looked up in the sky, saw an Irish soldier laddie.
Chor
Will you stand in the band like a true Irishman
And go to fight the forces of the crown
Will you march with O'Neill to an Irish battlefield,
For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town
Said I to that soldier lad, would you take me to your Captain