On the twenty-first of July, beneath the burning sun
McDowell met the Southern troops in battle, at Bull Run;
Above the Union vanguard, was proudly dancing seen
Beside the starry banner, old Erin's flag of green

Colonel Corcoran led the Sixty-Ninth on that eventful day
I wish the Prince of Wales were there to see him in the fray;
His charge upon the batteries was a most glorious scene
With gallant New York firemen, and the boys that wore the green

In the hottеst of the fire therе rode along the line
A captain of a Zouave band, crying, "Now, boys, is your time;"
Ah! who is he so proudly rides, with bold and dauntless mien?
'Tis Thomas Francis Meagher, of Erin's isle of green!

The colors of the Sixty-Ninth, I say it without shame
Were taken in the struggle to swell the victor's fame;
But Farnham's dashing Zouaves, that run with the machine
Retook them in a moment, with the boys that wore the green!

Being overpowered by numbers, our troops were forced to flee
The Southern black horse cavalry on them charged furiously;
But in that hour of peril, the flying mass to screen
Stood the gallant New York firemen, with the boys that wore the green

Oh, the boys of the Sixty-Ninth, they are a gallant band
Bolder never drew a sword for their adopted land;
Amongst the fallen heroes, a braver had not been
Than you lamented Haggerty, of Erin's isle of green
Farewell, my gallant countrymen, who fell that fatal day
Farewell, ye noble firemen, now mouldering in the clay;
Whilst blooms the leafy shamrock, whilst runs the old machine
Your deeds will live bold, Red Shirts, and the Boys that Wore the Green!
Your deeds will live bold, Red Shirts, and the Boys that Wore the Green!