Well my name it is Francis O'Connor
And I lie here on Mexican ground
And I know that I'm merely a gunner
As the church bell far off it resounds
Treated like dogs by our own US regiments
The bigotry we could not stand
We ran and we joined with the Mexican army
We got respect and we even got land
St. Patricks brave brigade
All Mexico still honors their names
The San Patricios
Green grow the lilys-o
Where lie the gringos
Well I fought with distinction for both sides
But it's hard to fight for man who hate
Hate your country, your faith and create lies
To keep monkeys like mic in their place
Both of my legs, they were sawed off so calmly
By a doctor with eyes cold and blue
Early next morn'
Good old general Harney
Strung me up by my neck
And my last thought was you
St. Patricks brave brigade
All Mexico still honors their names
The San Patricios
Green grow the rushes-o
Where lie the gringos
St. Patricks Brave Brigade
St. Patricks Brave Brigade
The San Patricios honored in all Mexico