First verse: ... crying, "Comrades a health to the monarch of France!"

..... George the Elector

....You would think in old Ireland that they were afraid, but in battle there's none like the Irish Brigade.

... the morning of battle has come. ... and though victors, they left on the field not a few.

The final line: On far foreign fields from Dunkirk to Belgrade lay the soldiers and chiefs of the Irish Brigade.

I'm not absolutely positive, but I've been singing this song for 22 years and this is the way I learned it from the WolfeTones.