It's a comin', St. Patrick's Day.

MacNamara's_Band

Oh, me name is MacNamara,
I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings, and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul

Oh the drums go bang and the cymbals clang
and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's_band

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Right now we are rehearsing for a very swell affair
The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there
When General Grant to Ireland came
he took me by the hand says he, I never saw the likes
of MacNamara's Band

Oh the drums go bang and the cymbals clang
and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's_band

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Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along the street the ladies think I'm grand.
They shout, there's Uncle Julius playing with an Irish band
Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks, and a uniform of green
And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen

There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans,
they come from Ireland
But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band

Oh the drums go bang and the cymbals clang
and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's_band

inst

That's MacNamara!