My Father's Gun

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 Kearney, O;
My father’s name, it was the same
And my grandfather before him, O!
He carried this gun in ninety-eight
When the green flag floated o’er him, O!
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!
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 the rebels raised a hubbuboo
And of Sumter took possession, O
Instead of our flag, they raised a rag
The standard of secession, O;
It’s then I joined the 69th
My father’s gun to shoulder, O!
For meself, you know, can slaugther the foe—
A devil a one is boulder, O!
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!
I enlisted then with Meagher’s men
The rebel spalpeens shooting, O
In the bold 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!
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!