dates o Asia o Canada o United States o Australia o Europe o UK * The Band o Band
before your eyes Wash up on her coast, not a nickel to my name Sold my, sold my, sold my gold watch and chain Enough to hire a band of lyres to march
Ireland Is MacNamara's Band Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum And when I march
Headed for Wyoming in 1882, a woman, a team and a wagon Gonna make our dreams come true Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope Life is
let that grand old rhythm fade Just play that drum, play that number When the saints come marchin' in Shake tambourines, play that cornet Crank up that horn
eyes wash up on her coast, not a nickle to my name sell my, sell my, sell my gold watch and chain enough to hire a band of liars to march me on my way
Cold autumn rain, fields new-plowed A sludgy bane, far from home The time has come, our troops march on A silent hum, a cheerful song Den snoiga nord
: Cold autumn rain, fields new-plowed A sludgy bane, far from home The time has come, our troops march on A silent hum, a cheerful song Den snoiga nord
