I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man
And I come from County Clare
And the brits would hang me for a fenian
So I took me leave of there
And I crossed the ocean in the "Arrianne"
And the captain's brother was a railroad man
and he met us at the boat
So I joined up with the 20th Maine
Like I said my friend I'm a fighting man
And we're marchin' south in the pouring rain
And we're all goin' down to dixieland
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
And we fight for Chamberlain
'Cause he stood right with us
like a banshee on the wind
When the smoke cleared out of Gettysburg
For many a good boy died there, sure
And the air smelted just like death
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
And I'd march to hell and back again
For colonel Joshua Cham berlain
We're all goin' down to dixieland
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
Whose only worth is their father's name
And the sweat of a workin' man
Well we come from the farms
and a hundred foreign lands
And we spilled our blood in the battle's heat
I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine
And did I tell you, friend, I'm a fightin' man
And I'll not be back this way again
'Cause we're all goin' down to Dixieland
