*Note this is about Irish immigrants in the American Civil war
Starved, sent away on a ship to the new land, where the streets are paved with gold. If you live on a ship for that long. To the streets you go....but no. Free food and easy money off to war instead, become American fight the south dont worry, "If you need help just give a shout!". Get a gun a uniform a fancy hat and of to kill just like that. Stand in line and look fine you`ll be a hero in no time. When the flags pole and the drums role you think of the new home and then with the first negative tone screams the officer to go. We charge, we fall, we die and we do it all again untill only a few stand. We reach the cannons and strike, just like your skills learned with your pike. Give them a fright and they lose all their might.
Wait you hear a whistle they start to run away you here names and screams. In all your dreams about war between us human beings your friends dont die on a field where you wouldnt normally yeild. You get on a boat and sail for you home or hole to see your wife who thought you lost your life. One thing you learn is that life is a lie and death can not yet be seen.