Volume: CBÉ 0190

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1. My Old Finian Gun

   

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   It hung above the mantle
   Its barrel long and brown
   And I one day with boy's desire
   I climbed and took it down
   My father's eyes with anger flashed
   He said "What have you done?
   I wish you'd left it where it was
   That's my old Finian gun"
   II
   Curiousity awakened I looked it o'er and o'er
   I placed it on my shoulders
   and I marched across the floor.
   My father's anger softened, he
   shared my boyish fun.
   "Ah well", he said 'tis in your breed
   like that Old Finian gun.
   III
   "I remember '67 well" he said
   "when lads like me". We thoaght

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Date

   1 May 1936

   Item type

   Lore

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Nioclás Ó Néill