July 2nd 1863 by Tom Reynolds

Lyrics
Landing on shores of this foreign land Given blue suits and rifles in hand Sons of Erin need not apply But still we march green with pride A field of wheat, a land of dreams Leaning forward, an Irishman bleeds The sword and the sun high in the air The order of "Charge!", the boys move without care Rage in our hearts and fire in the eyes The first ones fall, an Irishman dies As Lazarus rising, we climb from the rubble Shamrocks adorned, we charge on the double Our bare mitts ring with a mighty song Our faith in Christ firm all along The keepers of men pushed back by our bravе Freedom for some, for us the grave Twеnty five hundred in number when the sergeant came The brothers of Erin three hundred remain That field of dreams taken by blade By us brave Irish lads of the Irish brigade
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