July 2nd, 1863

It was the bloodiest 3 days in American history. Brother against brother, Irish against Irish. It was on the second day at the battle of Gettysburg. The Irish Brigade knelt with bowed heads while the Brigade Chaplain, Father William Corby, perched high on a boulder pronouncing general absolution to the men.

It was after that moment that they charged across what is now simply known as the wheat field. They halted the Confederate advance for a time, long enough to protect the Union Army. It was only after great sacrifice did they withdraw with honor.

Landing on shores
Of this foreign land
Given blue suits
And rifles in hand

Sons of Erin
Need not apply
But still we march
Green with pride

A field of wheat
A land for dreams
Leaning forward
An Irishman bleeds

The sword in the sun
High in the air
The order of charge!
The boys move without care

Rage in our hearts
And fire in the eyes
The first ones fall
An Irishman dies

As Lazarus rising
We climb from the rubble
Shamrocks adorned
We charge on the double

Our bayonets ring
With a mighty song
Our faith in Christ
Firm all along

The keepers of men
Pushed back by our brave
Freedom for some
For us the grave

Twenty five hundred in number
When the sergeant came
The brothers of Erin
Three hundred remain

That field of dreams
Taken by blade
By us brave Irish lads
Of the Irish Brigade