Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the Although few in numbers, we're the finest in the land We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy And when we play the funerals, we play the March from
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals And the horns they blaze pumps the old bassoon While I the do play
And Tennessee tootles the flute And the music is somethin' A credit to old Is MacNamara's
now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair The celebration, all the gentry will be there General Grant to Ireland came, he took me by the hand Says, "He ain't saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals And the horns they away McCarthy pumps the old While I the pipes do
And Henessee Tennessee the flute And the music is somethin' A credit to old Is Band
Oh, my is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come To with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum And when I march along the street, the think I'm grand They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' an Irish band"
Oh, I wear a bunch of and a uniform of green And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede you have ever seen is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans They come from But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in Band
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals And the horns blaze away McCarthy the old bassoon While I the pipes do
And Tennessee tootles the flute And the music is grand A to old Ireland Is Band
MacNamara