Me Old Howth Gun |
There is sorrow in my heart O me old Howth gun. That late we had to part O me old Howth gun. In Ireland's day of need, Ah you proved a friend indeed When you made the bullet speed O me old Howth gun.
2. I was glad when you were near | 3. O how glorious was your feel O me old Howth gun. When you made the Saxon reel O me old Howth gun. When the Lancers trimmin neat Came chargin down O'Connell Street And they beat a grim retreat O me old Howth gun.
4. O the parting it was sore |
5. O the day will surely come O me old Howth gun. When I'll join the fightin' man O me old Howth gun. In some brave determined band I shall surely take my stand For the freedom of our land O me old Howth gun. |