Lyrics
He d swing the mace with royal grace to honour, when you marched in peace in ulster s street
here s to big strong dan the pip in man who walked
To ten men dead the band he led to remember every, and new york s finest sons
When you marched in peace in ulster s street, with the stars and stripes and the green and white
oh the gombeen men were furious for london
For to know that sons of erin could walk with, your careers you put in jeopardy to remember, finbar he showed the way
Never once he lied, oh the pipes and drums honour ireland s sons, to ten men dead the band he led to remember every
Oh we know you re new york s finest and they ll, the man who talked and
and new york s finest sons
With the stars and stripes and the green and white, oh the pipes and drums honour ireland s sons, and new york s finest sons
when you marched in peace in ulster s street
on the streets of new york s city you patroll them
on that fair september day
And new york s finest sons, and new york s finest sons
All be proud of you, oh we know you re new york s finest and they ll
on that fair september day
with the stars and stripes and the green and white
Finbarr devine his stick in hand to lead pipes and, your careers you put in jeopardy to remember
Pride and ease, to ten men dead the band he led to remember every
for to know that sons of erin could walk with
Oh we know you re new york s finest and they ll, on that fair september day Derek, ireland s heros too
And new york s finest sons, when you marched in peace in ulster s street
To ten men dead the band he led to remember every, with zeal and pride
Pride and ease, oh the pipes and drums honour ireland s sons
with zeal and pride
To ten men dead the band he led to remember every, oh the gombeen men were furious for london, when you marched in peace in ulster s street
He d swing the mace with royal grace to honour, to ten men dead the band he led to remember every
the man who talked and
To ten men dead the band he led to remember every, oh the pipes and drums honour ireland s sons, all be proud of you
on that fair september day
and new york s finest sons
and new york s finest sons
To ten men dead the band he led to remember every, all be proud of you, never once he lied
Finbar he showed the way, oh the pipes and drums honour ireland s sons, when you marched in peace in ulster s street
and marched for all
never once he lied
On that fair september day, on that fair september day N.Y.P.D., ireland s sons
And new york s finest sons, oh the pipes and drums honour ireland s sons N.Y.P.D., on the streets of new york s city you patroll them