I came to this country an innocent boy
From the green fields of Galway
When the hunger was clawin' at me
Came for redemption, respect and regard
All I got was new masters
Oh, they beat me and robbed me
On the streets of New York
Was an honest day's work
Saying "get up now, Paddy,
You're an ignorant sort
You won't do what you're told"
Oh, they spat at my crucifix
I soaked up their insults
Send them Know-Nothing bastards
But my captain was just another
He beat me and starved me
So far from your homeland
We'll never forget you
We'll always remember
The San Patricio Brigade...
We danced at their weddings
We fought in their battles
And where'er we'd go
Oh, we fought the invader
At the battle of San Angel
If Santa Anna had not fled Churabasco
We'd be chasing Know-Nothings
Not a word 'bout oppression
My captain passed sentence
His eyes filled with hate
We would not bend our knee
Far from Galway's green fields
So to hell with Know-Nothings