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