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John Riley came from Galway Town in the years of the Irish hunger

 And he sailed away to Amerikay when the country was much younger . . .

 Now the place was strange and work was scarce, and all he knew was farming

 So he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the U S Army

Chorus

  Adventure calls and some men run

  And this is their sad story

  Some get drunk on demon rum And some get drunk on glory

 Now they marched down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande

 And they built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa Annay

 They were treated bad and paid worse, and then the fighting started

 And the more they fought the less they thought of the damn old U S Army

Chorus

 Now when the church bells ring on a Sunday morn it set his soul to shiver

 He saw the senoritas washing their hair on the far side of the river

 Then John Riley and 200 more Irish mercenaries

 They cast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio Granday

Chorus

 Now they fought bravely under the flag of the San Patricios

 Till the Yankee soldiers beat them down at the battle of Churubusco

 Then 15 men were whipped like mules, on their cheeks had a hot iron branded

 They had to dig the graves of 50 more who were hanging fate-in-handed

CHORUS then full INSTR verse

 Now John Riley stands and drinks alone at a bar in Vera Cruz,

 And he wonders if it matters much if you win or if-a you lose

 "I'm a man who can't go home, I'm a vagabond," says he,

 "I'm a victim of some wanderlust and divided loyalty."