Bobby O’Brien sent me my beloved Old Fenian Gun lyrics

THE OLD FENIAN GUN

It hung above the kitchen fire, its 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.


Bobby wrote: One of my favourite rebel songs, recorded by many Irish artists, such as
Sean Dunphy, Pat Daly, and Willie Brady.

Nobby thanks Bobby O'Brien!

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"The Old Fenian Gun" was added to the Digital Tradition in 1998.
-Joe Offer-