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