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letra de old fenian gun - declan hunt

it hung above the kitchen fire
its barrel long and brown
and one day, with a boy’s desire
i climbed and took it down
my father’s eyes with 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
and looked it o’er and o’er
i placed it on my shoulder
and i marched across the floor
my father’s anguish softened
and he shared my boyish fun
“ah, well,” he said, “tis’ in your breed
like that old fenian gun”
“i remеmber ’67 well
when lads likе you and me
all thought we’d strike another blow
to set old ireland free
but broken were our golden hopes
i was long months on the run
but it did good work for ireland then
that brown old fenian gun.”

“i was down then in kilmallock
’twas the hottest fight of all
and you see” he bared his arm
“there’s the mark still of the ball
i hope the young lads growing now
will hold the ground we won
and not disgrace the cause in which
i held that fenian gun”

i placed it on my shoulder
and i heard my father sigh
i knew his thoughts were turning back
on 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 a fenian gun”
that’s years ago i’ve grown a man
and weathered many a gale
the last long year i spent inside
a 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 a fenian gun

- declan hunt

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