{"id":1792,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/old-fenian-gun"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"old-fenian-gun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/old-fenian-gun\/","title":{"rendered":"OLD FENIAN GUN"},"content":{"rendered":"

Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n

It hung above the kitchen fire. It’s barrel long and brown
\nAnd one day with a boy’s desire, I climbed and took it down
\nMy father’s eyes in anger flashed. He cried “what have you done?!
\nI wish you’d left it where it was, That’s my old Fenian gun”<\/p>\n

I fondled it with love and pride. I looked it o’er and o’er
\nI placed it on my shoulder And I marched across the floor
\nMy father’s anger softened And he shared my boyish fun
\n“Ah, well” he said “’tis in your breed like that old Fenian gun”<\/p>\n

I remember ’67 well when lads like you and me
\nAll thought we’d strike another blow to set old Ireland free
\nBut broken were our golden hopes I was long months on the run
\nBut it did good work for Ireland then that brown old Fenian gun<\/p>\n

I was down then in Killaloe t’was the hottest fight of all
\nAnd you can see he burned his arm there’s a mark still on the ball
\nI hope the young lads growing now will hold the ground we won
\nAnd not disgrace the cause in which I held that Fenian gun<\/p>\n

I placed it o’er the fire once more. I heard my father sigh
\nI knew his thoughts were turning back on days now long gone by
\nAnd then I vowed within my heart I’ll be my father’s son
\nAnd if ever Ireland wants my aid I’ll hold the Fenian gun<\/p>\n

That’s years ago I’ve grown a man and I’ve weathered many a gale
\nThis last long year’s been spent inside a gloomy English jail
\nI’ve done my part I’ll do it still Until the fight is won
\nWhen Ireland’s free she’ll bless the men Who held the Fenian gun<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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