Francis A Fahy

Daddy’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?
Fairin’s he bring on the mare
Fairin’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 somebody’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 enemy’s losing it.

When he comes back from the fair
Oh ’tis we will then have the merry go!
He’ll hoist his boy up in the air
And show him the shores of America.

He’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 he’ll come again.

He’ll call him his pet and his star
As if no one loved him as well as he
He’ll kiss him a thousand times o’er
Til Mammy is dying with jealousy!

Troth, it is the time he was here
Lonesome and long you’ve been waiting him
And here’s the potatoes so clear
Asking us when we’ll be ating ‘em.

Arrah! Who is that out at the gate?
Who is that calling for Paddy O?
Let us run out or we’re late!
Who’ll be the first to meet Daddy O?


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