March To North Wall

A Slow March to North Wall

From our Royal Dublin billets, we tramped down toward the docks

In our khaki green tunics and thick woollen socks

Through the breaking of dawn

Loyal families cheered on

Past the Croppy Hole martyrs

Who were bound to their spikes

And trun into the Liffey

for to roll with the pikes

And the hops filled the air

Sweet porter to share

And the Surgical students handed us Wills's butts

We paraded the scene of the Borderers Mutts

When they dropped to one knee

On the Bachelor's quay

To the Great Liberator we paid our respects

And the virtuous angels with the slender brass necks

And the maiden points high

To the sullen grey sky

And then Connolly's commies jeered us on from the pews

While oul Gregory's players only serve to confuse

A simple Liberties son

Off to battle the hun

And there Julia stood

Silver and wood

Star of the sea

To watch over me