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