Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there When General Grant to Ireland came, he took me by the hand Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band" Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum And when I march along the street the ladies think I'm grand They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' with an Irish band!" Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band That's MacNamara!