To[D] the tiny homesteads of the[A] west,
Their recruting sargent[D] came,
He[G] promised[D] all a future[A] bright,
So a brave young men went off to fight
For the empire and the[D] might
And many a victory they had seen
Many hardships their had been,
They fought and died side by side,
Their enemies they had defied and for a foreign king.
And[D] the drums they were a beating[A] time,
While the pipes did loudly[D] play,
When[G] Daly[D] died,the drums did[A] beat,
That morning in the Dagshai heat,
Now we'll beat the drums no[D] more.
While serving in the far off land,
The news had come from home,
Of a peoples fate it did relate,
Of the tans and their campaign of hate,
And we're fighting on their side.
Arise ,arise young Daly cried,
Come join along with me,
We'll strike a blow for liberty,
Our regiment will mutiny
And support our friends at home.
And the colonel stood before his troops,
Those men who mutineed,
He told them of those honours won,
But the men stood in the blazing sun,
Saying we'll fight your wars no more
For cannon fodder we have been,
For the French at Waterloo
At Suvla and Sud Elbar,
We fought your every bloody war,
And we'll fight your war no more.
Those men got penal servitude,
And Daly's condemned to die
Far from his home in Tyrellspass,
This young man's died in Ireland's cause,
Far from his native land.