The Old Turf Fire
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Ah, the old turf fire and the hearth swept clean
Sure there's no one half so happy as myself and Paddy Keane
With the baby in the cradle you can hear her granny say
Won't you go to sleep my leana 'til I wet your daddy's tay
Sure I've got a little house and land as neat as it can be
You'd never find the likes of it this side of Lisnaskea
No piano in the parlour, no pictures on the wall
But I'm happy and contented in my little marble hall
Ah, the old turf fire, what a welcome now it brings
With the crickets chirping gaily while the kettle also sings
And we all join in the chorus of a merry lilting song
And the kindly neighbours dropping in to join the happy throng
Round the old turf fire sit the old folk bent with years
As they watch us tripping lightly and
They're smiling through their tears
For sadly they are dreaming of the youth what hearts desire
Of the dear old days so long ago 'round the old turf fire
Ah, the old turf fire and the hearth swept clean
Sure there's no one half so happy as myself and Paddy Keane
With the baby in the cradle you can hear her granny say
Won't you go to sleep my leana 'til I wet your daddy's tay