Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Wrap the green flag round me, boys, to die were far more sweet
With Ireland’s noble emblem, boys, to be my winding sheet
In life I loved to see it wave and follow where it led
But now my eyes grow dim–my hand would grasp its last bright shred
Chorus:
Wrap the green flag round me, boys, to die were far more sweet
With Ireland’s noble emblem, boys, to be my winding sheet
And I had hoped to meet, you, on many a well-fought field
When to our sacred banner, boys, the traitorous foe would yield
But now, alas, I am denied my dearest earthly prayer
You’ll follow and you’ll meet the foe, but I shall not be there
Chorus
But though my body molders, boys, my spirit shall be free
And every comrade’s honor, boys, will yet be dear to me
And in the thick and bloody fight, let not your courage lag
For I’ll be there and hovering near, around the dear old flag
Chorus