Me Old Howth Gun · Danny Doyle

There is sorrow in me heart, oh me old Howth gun

Since we lately we had to part, oh me old Howth gun

In Ireland's day of need, ah you proved a friend indeed

When you made the bullet speed, oh me old Howth gun

I was glad when you were near, oh me old Howth gun

For the foeman did I fear, oh me old Howth gun

When your bark and bitter bite put the Saxon course to flight

And they didn't stop to fight, oh me old Howth gun

Oh how glorious was your feel, oh me old Howth gun

When you made the Saxon reel, oh me old Howth gun

When the Lancers trimming neat came charging down O'Connell Street

And they beat a grim retreat, oh me old Howth gun

Oh the parting it was sore, oh me old Howth gun

Shall I ne'er see you no more, oh me old Howth gun?

There’s glorious hopes that we, could have set old Ireland free

Now you’re parted far from me, oh me old Howth gun

Oh the day will surely come, oh me old Howth gun

When I'll join the fightin' men, oh me old Howth gun

In some brave determined band, I will surely take my stand

For the freedom of our land, oh me old Howth gun

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