Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
O I am a Westmeath bachelor and my age is sixty-three I don't intend to marry or to raise a family. I'm happy and contented just to lead a single life, And that's the reason why I don't intend to take a wife.
With the red stuff on her finger nails and varnish on her toes, Red around her old fizzog and the whitewash on her nose, She can get a fancy barber to shave her neck and head, And that's why I'm a bachelor and I don't intend to wed.
Last Thursday at the market in the town of Mullingar A friend, he introduced me to a famous movie star, She was married several times before to men of every breed, And she thought she had a sucker in the bachelor from Westmeath!
With the red stuff on her finger nails and varnish on her toes, Red around her old fizzog and the whitewash on her nose, She can get a fancy barber to shave her neck and head, And that's why I'm a bachelor and I don't intend to wed.