Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
The Old Fenian Gun
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It | hung above the | kitchen fire. It's | barrel | long and | brown |
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And one day with a boy's desire, I | climbed and took it down |
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My | father's eyes with anger flashed. He | cried "what have you | done?! |
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I | wish you'd left it | where it was, that's | my old | Fenian | gun". |
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I | fondled it with | love and pride, and | looked it | o'er and | o'er |
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I placed it on my shoulder and I | marched across the floor |
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My | father's anguish softened and he | shared my boyish | fun |
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"Ah, | well", he said "tis | in your breed like | that old | Fenian | gun". |
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I | remember sixty- | seven well when | lads like | you and | me |
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All thought we'd strike another blow to | set old Ireland free. |
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But | broken were our golden hopes I was | long months on the | run |
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But it | did good work for | Ireland then that | brown old | Fenian | gun. |
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I was | down then in Kil | mallock t'was the | hottest | fight of | all. |
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And you'll see he burned his arm there's a | mark still on the ball |
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I | hope the young lads growing now will | hold the ground we | won |
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And | not disgrace the | cause in which I | held that | Fenian | gun |
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I | placed it o'er the | fire once more. I | heard my | father | sigh |
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I knew his thoughts were turning back on | days now long gone by |
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And | then I vowed within my heart I'll | be my father's | son |
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And if | ever Ireland | wants my aid I'll | hold the | Fenian | gun. |
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That's | years ago I've | grown a man and I've | weathered | many a | gale |
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This last long year I spent inside a | gloomy English jail |
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I've | done my part I'll do it still un | til the fight is | won |
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When | Ireland's free she'll | bless the men who | held |
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