Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy And when we play the funerals, we the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the clang And the they blaze away McCarthy the old bassoon While I the pipes do
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the And the music is grand A credit to old Is MacNamara's
Right now we are for a very swell affair The annual celebration, all the gentry will be When Grant to Ireland came, he took me by the hand Says, "He ain't never saw the of MacNamara's Band"
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals And the horns blaze away pumps the old bassoon While I the pipes do
And Tennessee 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 beat the big drum And I march along the street, the ladies think I'm grand They shout, "There's Uncle Julius with an Irish band"
Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a of green And I'm the funniest lookin' that you have ever seen There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and They come Ireland But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in Band
Oh, the drums go and the cymbals clang And the horns they blaze pumps the old bassoon While I the pipes do
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the And the music is somethin' A credit to old Is MacNamara's
MacNamara