LYRICS THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney
Folk dance like a wave of the sea
My brother is priest in Kilvarnet
My cousin in Mucharabuich
I passed my brother and cousin
They read in their books of prayer
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair
When we come at the end of time
To Peter sitting in state
He will smile on the three old spirits
And call me first through the gate
For the good are always the merry
Save by an evil chance
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance
And when the folk there spy me
They will all come up to me with
"Here is the fiddler of Dooney"
And dance like a wave of the sea.
Rouen,le 26 octobre 2021
Contacts: fithediddleadee@gmail.com ou withmewhack@gmail.com
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