Irish Song Lyrics 
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Dublin Fusiliers, The 
Well, you've heard about the Indians with their tommy hawks and spears And of the UN warriors the heroes of recent years Also I might mention the British Grenadiers Well none of them were in it but the Dublin Fusiliers You've heard about the Light Brigade and of the deeds they've done And of the other regiments that many vic'tries won But the pride of all the armies, Dragoons and Carabiniers Was that noble band of warriors the Dublin Fusiliers 
With your left foot and right about face this is the way we go Charging with fixed bayonets the terror of every foe A glory to old Ireland as proud as buccaneers And a terror to Creation are the Dublin Fusiliers 
Well you've heard about the wars between the Russians and the Brits The sar' one day was reading an ould copy of "Titbits" And when the General came to him and threw himself down in tears "We'd better run back like blazes, here's the Dublin Fusiliers" The sar' commenced to tremble and he bit his underlip "Begorra boys!" says he, "I think we'd better take the tip The Devil's come from Dublin and to judge from what I hears They're demons of militia men, the Dublin Fusiliers 
With your left foot and right about face this is the way we go Charging with fixed bayonets the terror of every foe A glory to old Ireland as proud as buccaneers And a terror to Creation are the Dublin Fusiliers 
Well the Seargent cried: "Get ready lads, lay down each sword and gun Take off your shoes and stockings boys, and when I tell yous, run" They didn't stop but started and amidst three ringing cheers Came a shower of bricks and bullets from the Dublin Fusiliers The time that Julius Ceasar tried to land down at Ringsend The coastguards couldn't stop them, so for the Dublins they did send And just as they were landing, lads, we heard three ringing cheers: "Get back to Rome like blazes, here's the Dublin Fusiliers" 
With your left foot and right about face this is the way we go Charging with fixed bayonets the terror of every foe A glory to old Ireland as proud as buccaneers And a terror to Creation are the Dublin Fusiliers