The Old Fenian Gun It hung above the kitchen fire It's barrel long and brown And one day with a child's desire I climbed and took it down My father's eyes in anger flashed He cried ""what have you done?! I wish you'd left it where it was That's my old Fenian gun"". I fondled it with love and pride I looked it o'er and o'er I placed it on my shoulder And I marched across the floor My father's anger softened And he shared my boyish fun "Ah, well"" he said "'tis in your blood Like that old Fenian gun"". I placed it o'er the fire once more I heard my father sigh I knew his thoughts were turning back To days now long gone by And then I vowed within my heart I'll be my father's son And if ever Ireland wants my aid I'll hold the Fenian gun. That's years ago I've grown a man And weathered many a gale This last long year's been spent inside This gloomy English jail I've done my part I'll do it still Until the fight is won When Ireland's free she'll bless the men Who held the Fenian gun. One of my favourite rebel songs, recorded by many Irish artists, such as Sean Dunphy, Pat Daly, and Willie Brady. BO'B BO'B OCT98
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