Declan Hunt’s version use capo on 4th fret)
(C)hung above the (G)kitchen fire. It's (C)barrel (F)long and (C)brown
one day with a boy's desire, I (G)climbed and took it down
(C)father's eyes with anger flashed. He (G)cried "what have you (G7)done?!
(F)wish you'd left it (G)where it was, that's (C)my old (F)Fenian (C)gun".
(C)fondled it with (G)love and pride, and (C)looked it (F)o'er and (C)o'er
placed it on my shoulder and I (G)marched across the floor
(C)father's anguish softened and he (G)shared my boyish (G7)fun
(F)well", he said "tis (G)in your breed like (C)that old (F)Fenian (C)gun".
(C)remember sixty-(G)seven well when (C)lads like (F)you and (C)me
thought we'd strike another blow to (G)set old Ireland free.
(C)broken were our golden hopes I was (G)long months on the (G7)run
it (F)did good work for (G)Ireland then that (C)brown old (F)Fenian (C)gun.
was (C)down then in Kil(G)mallock t'was the (C)hottest (F)fight of (C)all.
you’ll see he burned his arm there's a (G)mark still on the ball
(C)hope the young lads growing now will (G)hold the ground we (G7)won
(F)not disgrace the (G)cause in which I (C)held that (F)Fenian (C)gun
(C)placed it o'er the (G)fire once more. I (C)heard my (F)father (C)sigh
knew his thoughts were turning back on (G)days now long gone by
(C)then I vowed within my heart I'll (G)be my father's (G7)son
if (F)ever Ireland (G)wants my aid I'll (C)hold the (F)Fenian (C)gun.
(C)years ago I've (G)grown a man and I've (C)weathered (F)many a (C)gale
last long year I spent inside a (G)gloomy English jail
(C)done my part I'll do it still un(G)til the fight is (G7)wonWhen (F)Ireland's free she'll (G)bless the men who (C)held
the (F)Fenian (C)gun