The Mulligan Guard Lyrics & Chords By Mick Moloney

We crave your condescension,
We'll tell you what we know
Of marching in the Mulligan Guard
From Sligo Ward below.
Our Captain's name was Hussey,
A Tipperary man,
He carried his sword like a Russian duke
Whene'er he took command
Forward March!
We shoulder'd guns, and march'd and march'd away,
From Baxter Street, we march'd to Avenue A,
With drums and fife how sweetly they did play,
We march'd march'd march'd in the Mulligan Guard.
When the band play'd Garry Owen,
Or the Connamara Pet;
With a rub a dub, dub, we'd march in the mud,
To the military step.
With the green above the red, boys,
To show where we come from,
Our guns we'd lift with the right shoulder shift,
As we'd march to the bate of the drum.
Forward March!
We shoulder'd guns, and march'd and march'd away,
From Baxter Street, we march'd to Avenue A,
With drums and fife how sweetly they did play,
We march'd march'd march'd in the Mulligan Guard.
When we got home at night, boys,
The divil a bite we'd ate,
We'd all set up and drink a sup
Of whiskey strong and nate.
Thin we'd all march home together,
As slippery as lard,
The solid min would all fall in,
And march with the Mulligan Guard.
Forward March!
We shoulder'd guns, and march'd and march'd away,
From Baxter Street, we march'd to Avenue A,
With drums and fife how sweetly they did play,
We march'd march'd march'd in the Mulligan Guard.