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- It hung above the kitchen fire its barrel long and brown.
And one day with a boys desire, I climbed and took it down.
My father's eyes with anger flashed he cried "what have you done."?
"I wish you left it where it was" thats my old Fenian Gun."
Curiosity awakened and I looked it oe'r and oe'r I
I placed it on my shoulder.
And I marched across the floor my father's anger softened.
My father's anger softened and he shared my boyish fun.
"Ah! well he said" tis in your breed" like that old Fenian Gun.
I remember '67 well when other boys like me they said they'd strike another blow.
To set old Ireland free.
How foolish were our boyish hopes.
We were months upon the run.
It did good work for Ireland then
Did that old Fenian Gun.(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.