“Oh, me name is McNamara, I’m the leader of the bandAlthough we’re few in numbers, we’re the finest in the landWe play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ballAnd 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 awayMcCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do playAnd Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin’ grandA credit to old Ireland is MacNamara’s band."It had to be said.
“Oh, me name is McNamara, I’m the leader of the bandAlthough we’re few in numbers, we’re the finest in the landWe play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ballAnd 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 awayMcCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do playAnd Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin’ grandA credit to old Ireland is MacNamara’s band."It had to be said.