My name is Mcnamara
I'm the leader of the band
And though we're small in number, we're the

Best band in the land
Oh, I am the conductor
And we often have to play with all the best musicians you hear about today

When the drums go bang, the cymbals climb the horns, will veers away
Mccarthy pops the bassoon while Doyle the pipes will play
Oh, Hennessy
Hennessy
Turtles the flute. My word to something grand
Oh a character
Old Ireland boys is macnamara's
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We play on either side
The way we play our final

Hours fills Iris hearts with pride
If Bertomeu was living now, he'd make his understand that none could do him justice

Like go back to my husband when the drums go bang the cymbals time, the horns will blaze away
Mccarthy puffs. The old soon went Doyle
The pipes will play
Oh, Tennessee! Tennessee turtles afloat
My word to something grand or a credit for old violin boys is McNamara's band
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Would you walk? We're sticking out cheaper
And ignoring the fact that you would just watch it

We play at Whitsun Weddings and it every country boy at any great man's funeral
We play the dead march
And so soul
When the Prince of Wales to Ireland came, he shook me by the hand and said he'd never heard

The likes of McNamara's band
When the drums go bang the symbols kind
The horns will pay us away
Mccarthy pops the old way

Doyle. The pipes will play
Oh! Hennessey
Tennessee turtles, the flute
The word is something can or cannot do that

And boys, is McNamara's
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