Текст песни Mac Namara's Band - Connie Francis

Oh, my name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest, in the land
We play at wakes, and weddings, and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul

Oh, the drums go bang, and the cymbals clang, and the horns, they blaze away
McCarthy, pumps the old bassoon, while I, the pipes do play
And Henessee, Tennessee, tootles the flute, and the music, is something' grand
A credit to old Ireland, is MacNamara's band

When I knew I was doing this record, I just had to find a song
A song for all my Irish friends, and I've got quite a few
So, I telephoned Killarney, and I asked my relatives
They told me MacNamara's band, is just the song to do

Oh, the drums go bang, and the cymbals clang, and the horns, they blaze away
McCarthy, pumps the old bassoon, while I, the pipes do play
And Henessee, Tennessee, tootles the flute, and the music, is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland, is MacNamara's band

Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks, and a uniform of green
And I'm the funniest lookin' paisano, that you have ever seen
There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland
Hey, Giuseppe, I'm the only paisano, in MacNamara's band

Oh, the drums go bang, and the cymbals clang, and the horns, they blaze away
McCarthy, pumps the old bassoon, while I, the pipes do play
And Henessee, Tennessee, tootles the flute, and the music, is somethin' grand
A credit to old Ireland, is MacNamara's band