We crave your condescension, We'll tell
you what we know Of marching in the Mulligan Guard From Sligo Ward below. Our Captain's name was Hussey, A Tipperary
man, He carried his sword like a Russian duke Whene'er he took command [spoken] Forward March! We shoulder'd guns, and march'd and march'd away, From Baxter
Street, we march'd to Avenue A, With drums and fife how sweetly they did play, We march'd march'd march'd in the Mulligan
Guard.
When the band play'd Garry Owen, Or the Connamara Pet; With a rub a dub, dub, we'd march in the mud, To
the military step. With the green above the red, boys, To show where we come from, Our guns we'd lift with the right
shoulder shift, As we'd march to the bate of the drum. [spoken] Forward March! We shoulder'd guns, and march'd and march'd away, From Baxter
Street, we march'd to Avenue A, With drums and fife how sweetly they did play, We march'd march'd march'd in the Mulligan
Guard.
When we got home at night, boys, The divil a bite we'd ate, We'd all set up and drink a sup Of
whiskey strong and nate. Thin we'd all march home together, As slippery as lard, The solid min would all fall in, And
march with the Mulligan Guard. [spoken] Forward March! We shoulder'd guns, and march'd and march'd away, From Baxter Street, we march'd to Avenue A, With
drums and fife how sweetly they did play, We march'd march'd march'd in the Mulligan Guard.
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