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THE MULLIGAN GUARDS (Edward Harrington and David Braham) We crave your condescension, we'll tell you what we know Marching in the Mulligan Guards in the Seventh Ward below; Our Captain's name was Hussey, a Tipperary man He carried his sword like a "Rooshian Duke" when e'er he took command. cho: We shouldered arms and marched and marched away From Jackson Street we marched to Avenue A. With fifes and drums, how sweetly they did play; As we marched, marched, marched in the Mulligan Guards. When the band played Garry Owen or the Connemara Pet, We'd march in the mud with a rub-a-dub-dub in the military step With Green above the Red, boys, to show where we'd came from Our guns we'd lift with a right shoulder shift as we marcb to the beat of the drum. When we got home at night, boys, the divil a bite we'd ate, We'd all sit up and drink a sup of whisky strong and nate Then we'd all march home together as slippery as lard, The solid men would all fall in and march with the Mulligan Guard. @Irish filename[ MULLGARD TUNE FILE: MULLGARD CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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