When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Mocharabuiee. I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair. When we come at the end of time To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, But call me first through the gate; For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance: And when the folk there spy me, They will all come up to me, With "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!" And dance like a wave of the sea.
Five Irish Songs
Song Cycle by (Herbert) Hamilton Harty, Sir (1879 - 1941)
?. The fiddler of Dooney  [sung text not yet checked]
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "The fiddler of Dooney", from Bookman, first published 1892 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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