Testo 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 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 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 on 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