Padraic sits in the garden
Inundher the bright new moon,
And from his fidil coaxes
A lovely, dreamy tune.

Och! I love the tune he’s playin’
An’ I wisht it was for me;
But I know it’s for the birdeens
Up in the cherry tree.

Sure iv’ry night they peep from
Inundher their mother’s wings.
Tae hear the silvery music
His wee dark fidil sings.

An’ for them he’s always playin’
An’ hasnae a thought o’ me;
For if I go out he wandhers
Away from the cherry tree.