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I got a post from myspace that I felt I needed to share. Songs: "Old Fenian Gun" by 4 Irish Whiskey from 4 Irish Whiskey Pub Songs "High Jeannie High" by Ed Miller from Live from the Cactus Cafe Notes: If Myspace Was Real Old Fenian Gunwords and music by P. O'Neill, as sung by an old Irishman... not really It hung above the kitchen fire. It's barrel long and brownAnd one day with a boy's desire, I climbed and took it downMy father's eyes in anger flashed. He cried ""what have you done?!I wish you'd left it where it was, That's my old Fenian gun"". I fondled it with love and pride. I looked it o'er and o'erI placed it on my shoulder And I marched across the floorMy 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 lads like you and meAll thought we'd strike another blow to set old Ireland free.But broken were our golden hopes I was long months on the runBut it did good work for Ireland then that brown old Fenian gun. I was down then in Killaluk t'was the hottest fight of all.And you can see he burned his arm there's a mark still on the ballI hope the young lads growing now will hold the ground we wonAnd not disgrace the cause in which I held that Fenian gun I placed it o'er the fire once more. I heard my father sighI knew his thoughts were turning back on days now long gone byAnd then I vowed within my heart I'll be my father's sonAnd if ever Ireland wants my aid I'll hold the Fenian gun. That's years ago I've grown a man And I've weathered many a galeThis last long year's been spent inside a gloomy English jailI've done my part I'll do it still Until the fight is wonWhen Ireland's free she'll bless the men Who held the Fenian gun.