My name is Mcnamara I'm the leader of the band And though we're small in number, we're the Best band in the land Oh, I am the conductor And we often have to play with all the best musicians you hear about today When the drums go bang, the cymbals climb the horns, will veers away Mccarthy pops the bassoon while Doyle the pipes will play Oh, Hennessy Hennessy Turtles the flute. My word to something grand Oh a character Old Ireland boys is macnamara's Fa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la. Whenever an And elections on We play on either side The way we play our final Hours fills Iris hearts with pride If Bertomeu was living now, he'd make his understand that none could do him justice Like go back to my husband when the drums go bang the cymbals time, the horns will blaze away Mccarthy puffs. The old soon went Doyle The pipes will play Oh, Tennessee! Tennessee turtles afloat My word to something grand or a credit for old violin boys is McNamara's band La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Would you walk? We're sticking out cheaper And ignoring the fact that you would just watch it We play at Whitsun Weddings and it every country boy at any great man's funeral We play the dead march And so soul When the Prince of Wales to Ireland came, he shook me by the hand and said he'd never heard The likes of McNamara's band When the drums go bang the symbols kind The horns will pay us away Mccarthy pops the old way Doyle. The pipes will play Oh! Hennessey Tennessee turtles, the flute The word is something can or cannot do that And boys, is McNamara's La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la