We march along the crowded streets
To the sound of life and drum;
The ladies wave their handkerchiefs,
And to the windows come.
They all salute us as we pass,
And say we are trump cards;
For well they know the handsome show
Of the fine Maguinnis Guards.
As down the street we go
With colors waving high,
We hear the welcome shout "hurrah"
As we go marching by.
Oh, when we're on parade,
The rest are in the shade;
They give three cheers, and a tiger, too,
For the great Maguinnis Guards.
St. Patrick's day the Mulligan Guards
All out with the Musketeers;
The Skidmore And the Hoolahan Guards
Turn out with the Fusiliers.
The Fishing Club with the Branigan's Baud
Fall in with the Jolly Pards;
But after all there is none so gay
As the fine Maguinnis Guards-Chorus.
On the roster of our company
We've many a gallant name;
There's Googerty, Hoolahan and McCarthy,
Fogarty and Kilane.
There's Gleoaghun, Finnigan and Flaherty, too,
McLaughlin and McLoon;
And Haggerty. Flynn and Sullivan,
Mulcahy and Muldoon.-Chorus.