Macnamaras Band chords

[C]Oh my [G]name is MacNamara, I'm the [A7]leader [D]of a[G] band,
Alt[C]hough we're few in [G]number, we're the [Em7]finest in [A7]all the [D]land.
Of [C]course I’m the con[G]ductor, and I’ve [Em7]often [A7]had to [D]play
With [C]all the fine musi[G]cians that you [Em7]read a[A7]bout to[G]day.

[CHORUS]
The [G]drums they bang, the cymbals clang, the horns they blaze a[C]way,
McCarthy puffs the [G]ould bassoon, and [Em7]I the [A7]pipes does [G]play.
[G]Hennessey Tennessee toot the flute, the music is something grand,
And a [C]credit to ould [G]Ireland’s, boys is [Em7]MacNa[A7]mara's [G]Band.

V2
When[C]ever an e[G]lection's on, we [A7]play on [D]either[G] side,
And the [C]way we play the [G]fine ould airs, fills [Em7]every [A7]heart with [D]pride.
If [C]dear Tom Moore was [G]living now, he'd [Em7]make them [A7]under[D]stand
That [C]none can do him [G]justice, like ould [Em7]MacNa[A7]mara's [G]Band.

Repeat Chorus:

V3
We [D7]play for fairs or [G]weddings and for [A7]every [D7]County [G]Ball,
And at [C]any great man's [G]funeral we play "The [Em7]Dead [A7]March in [D]Saul."
When [C]General Grant to [G]Ireland came, he [Em7]shook me [A7]by the [D]hand,
And [C]said he never [G]heard the like, of ould [Em7]MacNa[A7]mara's [G]Band.

Repeat Chorus.

V4
[D7]Just now we are p[G]racticing for a [A7]very [D7]grand a[G]ffair,
It's an [C]annual cele[G]bration, all the [Em7]gentry [A7]will be [D]there.
The [C]girls and boys will [G]all turn out, with [Em7]flags and [A7]colours g[D]rand,
And in [C]front of the pro[G]cession, will be [Em7]MacNa[A7]mara's [G]Band. (Slowing)