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letra de the dreadful engagement - david kincaid

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you irishmen and women too, draw near, both young and old
a dolefull lamentation now to you i will unfold
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

one hundred gallant irishmen, we are left for to deplore
whose bodies fell victim upon fair columbia’s sh-r-
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

it was at the siege of new orleans, upon the ninth of may
our countrymen they suffered so upon that fatal day
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

they were engaged by five to one when charged on with the steel
but erin’s sons did loudly cry we’ll die before we kneel
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

they were repulsed they could not stand exertion proved in vain
they strove to break the enemy’s force, and drive them from the plain
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

but alas their number it was too small and it gave them no fair play
not one of them did near escape upon that fatal day
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

to see the streets that evening each heart would rend with pain
the human blood in rivers ran that can it flood a stream
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

men’s heads blown off their bodies most dismal for to see
and wounded men did loudly cry with pain and agony
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

the federals they did then advanced and broken through the town
they trampled dead and wounded men that lay upon the ground
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

the wounded called for mercy but none they did receive
they numbered them among the dead and threw them in the grave
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

three hundred k!lled and wounded that lay in their grave
one half of them were irish men far from their native sh-r-
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

poor orphans now they may weep and cry and parents through the day
they let their lovely children go on to americay
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

for ye that hear those doleful lines do not neglect to toil
an they everfore enlighten good on st patricks isle
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

and a drink upon our countrymen who left their native sh-r-
their friends may mourn for their loss they’ll never seem them more
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

now to conclude with these few lines, with grief i’ll say no more
you know it was through poverty they left their native sh-r-
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

they had no one to heal their wounds may angels them surround
before the throne of heaven may they wear a brilliant crown
with me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh

- david kincaid

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