Gordon Bok - Fiddler of dooney

When I ^Gplay on my fiddle in ^ADooney Folk ^Gdance like a wave on the sea My cousin is priest in Kil^Avarnet My ^Gbrother in Moharabui^Aee

Oh, I passed my ^Gbrother and ^Amcousin They read in their ^Gbooks of ^Amprayer Ah, but ^CI, I ^Gread in my ^Cbook of ^Emsongs Which I ^Ambought at the ^ESligo ^Amfair ^A

When we ^Gcome to the end of our ^Atime To Saint ^GPeter, all sitting in state He will smile on the three old ^Aspirits But ^Gpass me first through the ^Agate

For the good are ^Galways the ^Ammerry Save by an ^Gevil ^Amchance And the ^Cmerry ^Glove the ^Cfiddle, ^Emaye And the ^Ammerry ^Elove to ^Amdance ^A

Oh, ^Gwhen all the folk up there ^Aspy me They will ^Gall come and gather round me Saying, "Here is the fiddler of ^ADooney!" They'll ^Gdance like a wave on the ^Asea

For the good are ^Galways the ^Ammerry Save by an ^Gevil ^Amchance And the ^Cmerry ^Glove the ^Cfiddle, ^Emaye And the ^Ammerry ^Elove to ^Amdance ^A

Oh, ^Gwhen all the folk up there ^Aspy me They will ^Gall come and gather round me Saying, "Here is the fiddler of ^ADooney!" They'll ^Gdance like a wave on the ^Asea They'll ^Gdance like a wave on the ^Asea