Come all you gallant heroes,
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And along with me combined
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I'll sing a song, it won't take long,
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Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth
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They're a band of men brave, stout and bold,
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From Ireland they came
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And they have a leader to the fold,
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And Cocoran was his name
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It was in the month of April,
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When the boys they sailed away
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And they made a sight so glorious,
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As they marched along Broadway
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They marched right down Broadway, me boys,
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Until they reached the shore
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And from there they went to Washington,
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And straight unto the war
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So we gave them a hearty cheer, me boys,
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It was greeted with a smile
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Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
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We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth
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And when the war is said and done,
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May heaven spare our lives
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For its only then we can return,
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To our loved ones and our wives
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We'll take them in our arms, me boys,
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For a long night and a day
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And we'll hope that war will come no more,
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To sweet America
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So farewell unto you dear New York,
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Will I e'er see you once more
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For it fills my heart with sorrow,
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To leave your sylvan shore
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But the country now it is calling us,
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And we must hasten fore
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So here's to the stars and stripes, me boys,
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And to Ireland's lovely shore
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And here's to Murphy and Devine,
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Of honour and renown
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Who did escort our heroes,
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Unto the battle ground
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And said unto our colonel,
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We must fight hand to hand
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Until we plant the stars and stripes,
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Way down in Dixieland
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Fighting 69th (Traditional)
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Dropkick Murphys |