“The Sixty Ninth Rallying Again!”

In fancy
I saw them marching down Broadway
In full ranks and in complete order
Amid the farewells and hurrahs
Of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers

In fancy
I saw them received with open arms
In hospitable Philadelphia
Refreshed and bidden God-speed upon their march

In fancy
I saw them roused by the long roll
And marshaled to the bugle note

In fancy
I saw them drawn up in line of battle behind
The “Banner of the Stars”
And the Green Flag of Erin

In fancy
I saw them making ready for the onset
Saw them moving forward steadily
Quicker and quicker until with wild shouts of victory
They burst upon and scatter the foe

Spurred by thoughts and fancies as these
My eager soul dwelling like a caged eagle
Wishes to spread his pinions to the tempest’s blast
But Alas! Impotently enough.
In jail.


Words by General Michael Corcoran, 1862
Edited by Thomas Michael Corcoran, 2026
(decsendants of Fermanagh O'Corcrains)