Here are the lyrics to the Wolfetones song about the Irish Brigades, or Wild Geese.

THE IRISH BRIGADE

The mess tent was full and the glasses were set,
And the gallant Count Ormonde is President yet.

The veterans arose like an uplifted lance,
Crying, "come raise a health to the Monarch of France."

With a thunderous cheer, now, they did as they were bade,
For King Louis is loved by the Irish Brigade.

A health to King James and to Sarsfield's wise craft
With the Georgie electors, and fiercely they laughed.

Good luck to the girls, we wooed long ago,
Where the Shannon, and Barrow, and black water flow.

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

But surely that light does not come from a lamp,
And the boys they're all singing songs round the camp.

Hurrah boys, the morning, a battle has come,
And the generals beating on many a drum.

They rushed from the revel to join the parade,
For the sword is the light of the Irish Brigade.

They fought as they reveled, just fiery and true,
And the victors they left on the field of the few.

And they who survived, fought and drunk as before,
For the land of their hearts, they would never see more.

In farfel and field from Dunkirk to Belgrade,
Lay the soldiers and Chiefs of the Irish Brigade.

In farfel and field from Dunkirk to Belgrade,
Lay the soldiers and Chiefs of the Irish Brigade.