Well I'm from New York I am
From up north, the Yankee land
'Til one day the Union army came a callin'
They said, "Son, grab up your gun, there is glory to be won."
And soon the Dixie boys will be a fallin'
1, 2, 3, it's the Union cause for me
Never fear the grape shot or the cannon's roar
Oh, for liberty, and I happily
And bury me back home in Old New York; Well I miss my family, and I miss New York City
But to run away from war is a disgrace
If the rebels shoot me down, tell my family I was found
On the ground with a smile on my face
1, 2, 3, it's the Union cause for me
Never fear the grape shot or the cannon's roar
Oh, for liberty, and I happily
And bury me back home in Old New York