Now, we're all Americans
So I took my leave there
And I damn all gentlemen
And the air smelted just like death
And the captain's brother was a railroad man
For many a good boy died there, sure
And I fight for the Chamberlain
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
And we're all goin' down to Dixieland
‘Cause he stood right with us when the Johnnies came
Whose only worth is their father's name
Shell out blood in the battle's heat
Well, we come from the farms
So I joined up with the 20th Maine
And I crossed the ocean in the "Arrianne"
And he met us at the boat
Many a mother wept
The vilest tub afloat
And the sweat of a workin' man
And I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
And the city streets and a hundred foreign lands
And I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
Like I said my friend I'm a fighting man
When the smoke cleared out over Gettysburg
And I'd march to hell and back again
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
Like a banshee on the wind
And I'll not be back this way again
And we're marchin' south in the pouring rain
And did I tell you friend I'm a fightin' man
And we're all goin' down to Dixieland
And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian
For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain
