The Chieftains — March To Battle Across The Rio Grande

We are the San Patricios A brave and gallant band There’ll be no white flag flying Within this green command We are the San Patricios We have but one demand To see the Yankees safely home Across the Rio Grande But when at Churubusco We made our final stand No court of justice did we have In the land of Uncle Sam As traitors and deserters all We would be shot or hanged Far from the green, green shamrock shore Across the Rio Grande We’ve disappeared from history Like footprints in the sand But our song is in the tumbleweed And our blood is in this land But, if in the desert moonlight You see a ghostly band We’re the men who died for freedom Across the Rio Grande We are the San Patricios A brave and gallant band