作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid
When old Virginia took the field
and wanted men torally on,
To be at once a sword and shield,
She formed her First Battalion.
Although her sons were volunteers,
And brave as ever bore a  brand,
The good old lady had her fears,
that they'd prove but  weak of hand
She therefore wisely cast about
For men of mettle and of mould,
With nerve of steel and muscle stout,
Like those that lived in days of old.
She wanted men of pluck and might,
Of fiery heart and horny hand,
To wield a pick as well as fight,
Or build a breastwork out of sand.
Or should she march to meet the foe
That threatened on her western border,
She wanted willing men to go,
When told to put her roads in order.
Or should the Volunteers retreat,
With baggage that might make them tarry,
'Twould blunt the edge of their defeat
To bear a hand and help them carry.
Or should some die of fell disease,
The surgeons having failed to save,
Sure men who work with so much ease,
Would volunteer to dig a grave!
For these, and reasons quite as sound,
When Old Virginia went to war,
She circumspectly viewed the ground
And plumped the middle man from taw!
In other words, to change the figure,
When she stood up and took her rifle,
And put her finger on the trigger,
She meant to work, and not to trifle.
And standing thus, yet wanting then
Some regulars to rally on,
She took three hundred Irishmen
And formed her First Battalion.
And when the storm of battle sweeps,
Where fiercest foemen sally on,
There, hard at work, or piled in heaps,
She'll find her bold Battalion!