Men that God Made Mad (©Ron Kavana)

Track 8 – Copyright Ron Kavana.

Far far from Clifden’s rocky shore o’er the broad Atlantic sea

The Battalion of St. Patrick tired of harsh brutality

No more abuse or bigotry, their angry cry wholehearted

Near Matamoras lives were lost that’s when the fighting started


    Who were those men, what was the crime

    For which their lives were wasted

    Did they rob or rape, or was their fate

    As the poet once related

    Were those great Gaels of Ireland

    The men that God made mad

    Their wars were never merry

    But all their songs were sad

Land of the Free meant liberty to the U.S. Army’s Irish

Till James K. Polk he sent them south to civilize the Spanish

In a war to extend slavery and unjust exploitation

They’d not repeat what Cromwell did to their poor Irish Nation


At L’Angustura, Irish blood drenched the sun-baked clay

And Mexico still honours those brave men who died that day

But the worst was yet to come in the hour that war was ended

When General Scott hung the Irishmen to celebrate with vengeance