Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the Although we're few in numbers, the finest in the land We play at wakes and weddings and at fancy ball And when we play the funerals, we play the March from
Oh, the drums go and the cymbals clang And the horns blaze away pumps the old bassoon While I the pipes do
And Henessee Tennessee the flute And the music is somethin' A credit to old Is Band
Right now we are rehearsin' for a very affair The annual celebration, all the will be there 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 and the cymbals clang And the horns they blaze McCarthy the old bassoon While I the do play
And Henessee Tennessee the flute And the music is grand A credit to old Is MacNamara's
Oh, my name is Uncle and from Sweden I did come To play with Band and beat the big bass drum And when I march along the street, the ladies I'm grand They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' an Irish band"
Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of And I'm the funniest lookin' that you have ever seen There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, and Meehans They come Ireland But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals And the horns they blaze McCarthy the old bassoon I the pipes do play
And Henessee tootles the flute And the is somethin' grand A credit to old Is MacNamara's
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