Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
Wexford
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| My | family lived in | Wexford town, stopped travelling and | settled down, |
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| Though | my father kept a | horse and car, we | lived within the | town, |
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| The | people there mis | understood, or | they did not know our | ways, |
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| So with | horse and car, back | on the road, I began my travelling | days |
My father was called the Fiddler Dunne, and I'm a fiddler too,
But although I often felt his fist, he taught me all he knew,
I know I'll never be as good, and yet I feel no shame,
For the other things my father taught, I am proud to bear his name.
He taught me pride and how to live, though the road is hard and long,
And how a man will never starve, with a banjo, fiddle or song,
And how to fight for what I own, and what I know is right,
And how to camp beside a ditch on a stormy winter's night.
O times were good and times were bad, and people cruel and kind,
But what I learned of people then, has stayed within my mind,
I'll honour friends with all my heart, do for them all I can,
But I've learnt to go the road again, when they spurn the tinker man.
O Wexford is a town I like, but the travelling man they scorn,
Anda man must feel affection for the town where he was born,
I know one day, that I'll go back, when my travelling days are done,
And people will begin to wonder, what has happened to the Pecker Dunne.
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