Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the of the band we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land We play at wakes and weddings and at fancy ball And when we the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go and the cymbals clang And the horns they blaze McCarthy the old bassoon I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the And the is somethin' grand A to old Ireland Is MacNamara's
Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell The annual celebration, all the gentry be there When General Grant to came, he took 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 horns blaze away pumps the old bassoon While I the do play
And Tennessee tootles the flute And the is somethin' grand A to old Ireland Is Band
Oh, my name is Julius and from Sweden I did come To play MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum And when I march the street, the ladies 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 lookin' Swede that 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 MacNamara's
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals And the horns blaze away McCarthy pumps the old While I the pipes do
And Tennessee tootles the flute And the is somethin' grand A to old Ireland Is MacNamara's
MacNamara