David Kincaid - My Father's Gun

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From the album "The Irish Volunteer"
By David Kincaid / The Brandos
Words by Joe English, Arranged by David Kincaid

Lyrics:
Come, listen now, I'll tell you how
I came to leave Killarney, O
I'm one of the boys that fears no noise
And me name is Paddy Kearny, O
My father's name it was the same
And my grandfather before, O
He carried his gun in '98
When the green flag floated o're him

(Chorus)
Then, O, what fun to see them run
And to leave a name in story, O
With my father's gun I'll follow the drum
And fight my way to glory, O

When my father died, to his bedside
He called meself, so clever, O
Says he, "My son, now take this gun,
And guard it well forever, O"
But the dirty laws soon clapped their paws
On me, the dirty blaggards, O
So faith one day, I sailed away
To the land of Yankee Doodle, O

When the rebels raised a hubbaboo,
And of Sumter took possession, O
Instead of our flag, they raised a rag
The standard of succession, O
It's then I joined the 69th
My father's gun to shoulder, O
For meself, you know, can slather the foe
A divil a one is boulder, O

I 'listed then, with Meagher's men
The rebel scalpeens shooting, O
In bould brigade I'm Sergeant made
So here I'm back recruiting, O
Then boys, step out, the foe to rout
I'll lead you on to glory, O
And if you're kilt, and your blood is spilt
Your name will live in story, O