Daddy Is Gone To The Fair
DaddyÂ´s gone off to the fair
Just before daylight was peeping, O
Daddy went off on the mare
While his wee laddy was sleeping, O
What will he bring from the fair?
What will he bring for his laddy O?
FairinÂ´s he bring on the mare
FairinÂ´s for Mammy and Daddy O
The best top they have in the town:
And a whistle to set the house crazy O
A stool by the fire to sit down
When somebodyÂ´s sleepy and lazy O
A ballad about Granuaile;
A paper with all the grand news in it
How Ireland is winning the day
And how her ould enemyÂ´s losing it.
When he comes back from the fair
Oh Â´tis we will then have the merry go!
HeÂ´ll hoist his boy up in the air
And show him the shores of America.
HeÂ´ll take him on top of his knee
And trot him round Ireland and home again:
Over the hills to Kilkee,
And back by the boreen heÂ´ll come again.
HeÂ´ll call him his pet and his star
As if no one loved him as well as he
HeÂ´ll kiss him a thousand times oÂ´er
Til Mammy is dying with jealousy!
Troth, it is the time he was here
Lonesome and long youÂ´ve been waiting him
And hereÂ´s the potatoes so clear
Asking us when weÂ´ll be ating Â´em.
Arrah! Who is that out at the gate?
Who is that calling for Paddy O?
Let us run out or weÂ´re late!
WhoÂ´ll be the first to meet Daddy O?
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