Says Pat to his mother, "It looks strange to see
Brothers fighting in such a queer manner.
But I'll fight till I die, if I never get killed,
For America's bright, starry banner."

The night before battle and all through the camp
the soldiers lay close in their quarters
The were thinking no doubt of their lives ones at home
Mothers, wives, children, and daughters

There was a blade in the east
who sat all alone, singing a song so gaily
Twas honest Pat Murphy of the irish brigade
Singing o shattered shillelagh

Unto the bugles call, did poor Patty wake
To give the rebel satisfaction
The Devils drummer beat a tune
That called the boys to action

The Day after battle the dead lied in heaps
Pat Murphy lay bleeding and gory
Caught in the gut by an enemies ball
It ended his passion for glory

And all around camp,  not a sound to be heard
No song of the land of shillelagh
His letters unread, from the family of dear Patrick Murphy

And far in the east say a dashing young blade
Who went by Pat Murphy
Singing a song of old Irelands cause
The song of the shattered shillelagh