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Here's to big strong Dan the pip'in man who walked
With zeal and pride
Here's to John Tansey, the man who talked and
Never once he lied
Finbarr Devine his stick in hand to lead pipes and
Drums
He'd swing the mace with royal grace to honour
Ireland's Sons
Oh the pipes and drums honour Ireland's Sons
On that fair September Day.
When you marched in peace in Ulster's street
Finbar he showed the way.
To ten men dead the band he led to remember every-
One
With the Stars and Stripes and the Green and White
And New York's finest Sons
Oh we know you're New York's Finest and they'll
All be proud of you
In the Emerald Isle you walked with in style you're
Ireland's Heros too
In Beautiful Bundoron in the county Donegal
OH the hills of Green with the seaside scene you felt
And marched for all
Oh the pipes and drums honour Ireland's Sons
On that fair September Day.
When you marched in peace in Ulster's street
Finbar he showed the way.
To ten men dead the band he led to remember every-
One
With the Stars and Stripes and the Green and White
And New York's finest Sons
Oh the Gombeen men were furious for London
They displeased
For to know that Sons of Erin could walk with
Pride and ease
The lord mayor there insulted you and jumped to
Whitehall's call
He'll rue the day he didn't cheer, Hurray for Donegal
Oh the pipes and drums honour Ireland's Sons
On that fair September Day.
When you marched in peace in Ulster's street
Finbar he showed the way.
To ten men dead the band he led to remember every-
One
With the Stars and Stripes and the Green and White
And New York's finest Sons
Your courage in your duty is called for every year
On the streets of New York's City you patroll them