The Old Turf Fire

Lyrics

Traditional Oh the old turf fire And the hearth swept clean There's no-one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane The baby in the cradle You can hear it's mammy say Ah will you go to sleep alanna While I wet your daddy's tea Now I've got a little house and land As neat as it can be You'll never see the likes of it This side of Lisnakea No piano in the corner And no pictures on the wall But I'm happy and contented In my little cottage hall Now the man that I work for Of noble blood is he But somethin' I'll be tellin' you We never can agree He has big towering mansions He has castles great and tall But I wouldn't change the roof that crowns My own cottage hall Oh the old turf fire And the hearth swept clean There's no-one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane The baby in the cradle You can hear it's mammy say Ah will you go to sleep alanna While I wet your daddy's tea Round the old turf fire Sit the old folk, bent with years As they watch us trippin' lightly They're smilin' thro' their tears So sadly they are dreaming Of their youthful heart's desire - In those dear old days so long ago Around the old turf fire