Wexford

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My family lived in Wexford town Stopped travelling and settled down Me father kept a horse and cart Though we lived within the town The people there misunderstood They did not know our ways So with horse and cart, back on the road I began my travelling days [Verse 2] Me father was called "The Fiddler Dunne" Now I'm a fiddler too 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'm proud to bear his name [Verse 3] 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 feel is right And how to camp beside a ditch On a stormy winter's night [Verse 4] Oh, times were good and times were bad And people cruel and kind But what I learned from people then Has stayed within my mind I'll honour friends with all my heart Do for them all I can But I learned to go with the road again Where they scorn the travellin' man [Verse 5] Wexford is a town I like But the travelling man is scorned But you must feel affection for The town that you come from I know one day, that I'll go back When my travellin' days are done And people will begin to wonder "What ever happened to the Pecker Dunne?"