New York the Brave

(Tune: Scotland the Brave)

Hark where the night is falling

hear hear the captain’s calling

Loudly and proudly calling down thru the glen

There where the hills are sleeping

Now feel the blood a leaping

High as the spirits of the brave Zouave men

Towering in gallant fame

New York my new found hame

High may your proud standards gloriously wave

State of my high endeavor

State of the Hudson river

State of my heart forever, New York the Brave

We’ll go out dixies crushing

There’re enough no need for rushing

Follow the flag with the stars and the stripes

Wild are our men in battle

Slaught’ring rebs like they are cattle

We’re coming for you with our drums and our pipes