autumnfade

My name is John Riley
I'll have your ear only a while
I left my dear home in Ireland
it was death, starvation or exile
And when I got to America
It was my duty to go
Enter the Army and slog across Texas
To join to war against Mexico

It was there in the pueblos and hillsides
That I saw the mistake I had made
Part of a conquering army
With the morals of a bayonet blade
So in the midst of these poor, dying Catholics
Screaming children, the burning stench of it all
Myself and two hundred Irishmen
Decided to rise to the call

From Dublin City to San Diego
We witnessed freedom denied
So we formed the Saint Patrick's Battalion
And we fought on the Mexican side



We marched 'neath the green flag of saint Patrick
Emblazoned with "Erin Go Bragh"
Bright with harp and shamrock
And "Libertad para Mexicana"
Just fifty years after Wolf Tone
Five thousand miles away
The Yanks called us a Legion of Strangers
And they can talk all they may

We fought them in Matamoros
While their volunteers were raping the nuns
In Monterrey and Cerro Gordo
We fought as Ireland's sons
We were the red-headed fighters of freedom
Amidst these brown skinned women and men
Side by side we fought against tyranny
And I daresay we'd do it again



We fought them in five major battles
Churubusco was the last
Overwelmed by the cannons from boston
We fell after each mortar blast
Most of us died on that hillside
In the service of the Mexican state
So far from our occupied homeland
We were heros and victims of fate

From Dublin City to San Diego
We witnessed freedom denied
So we formed the Saint Patrick's Battalion
And we fought on the Mexican side -



A song by David Rovics -THE SAINT PATRICK BATTALION

the stuff they wont teach you