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