My Father's Gun Songtext / Lyric

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 " '98," 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 faix one day, I sailed away to the land of Yankee Doodle, O!
Then, O, what fun, etc. When the rebels raised a hubbaboo, 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 slather the foe--a divil a one is boulder, O!
Then, O, what fun, etc.

I 'listed then with Meagher's men, the rebel spalpeens shooting, O,
In the 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!
Then, O, what fun, etc.