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Fenian Raids History & Genealogy
Fenian SongsOur Canadian Volunteers[Source: Canadian Border Songs of the Fenian Invasion, 1870.]The bugle sounds the martial call, It gives no false alarms; Our Volunteers and Yeomanry At once spring forth to arms. Across the Line, in rank and file, The Fenian foe appears, To take our country and our homes, And thrash our Volunteers. Chorus Hip, hip, hurrah -- hurrah, hurrah! We'll give three hearty cheers To all our country's loyal sons, -- Our gallant volunteers. To Pigeon Hill and Frelighsville, The Fenians came in swarms, But found themselves on dang'rous ground, To fight by force of arms. The great O'Neill, with glittering steel, In glorious form appears, With Fenian hordes, with guns and swords, To slay our Volunteers. Our valiant braves withstood the fire That flared the battle field; Their volleys raked the Fenian ranks, Which in disorder reel'd. To make them feel the force of steel, They drew their rifle spears; At double-quick the cowards fled Before our Volunteers. Chorus -- Hip, hip, hurrah, &c. But General Starr was bent on war, To try his luck with arms; Trout River banks, in martial ranks, Were filled with Fenian swarms. They bragg'd, they bluster'd, and they cheer'd, But showed their cowardly fears, By taking flight when forced to fight Before our Volunteers. Chorus -- Hip, hip, hurrah, &c. The victors rush'd in hot pursuit, Their balls still faster flew; But quite as fast the Fenians fled, In wild disorder too. They reached Malone before they stopped, To cool their cowardly fears; "Bedad", they swore, "we'll come no more To face such Volunteers." Chorus -- Hip, hip, hurrah, &c. No hirelings fill our martial ranks, Nor those of lordly birth; Our soldiers are our loyal men Who love their home and hearth. Our country in its trying hour, When danger's front appears, Depends upon those loyal men, -- The gallant Volunteers. Chorus -- Hip, hip, hurrah, &c. |
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