THE MAD FIDDLER
I sleep beneath a bracken sheetIn sunlight or in rain,The road dust burns my naked feet,The sunrays sear my brain;But children love my fiddle’s soundAnd if a lad be straying,His mother knows he may be foundWhere old Mad Larry’s playing.O fiddle, let us follow, follow,Till we see my Eileen’s face,Through the moonlight like a swallowOff she flew to some far place.O, did you ever love a lass?I loved a lass one day,And she would lie upon the grassAnd sing while I would play.She was a cruel, lovely thing,Nor heart nor soul have IFor Eileen took them that soft springWhen she flew to the sky.So fiddle, let us follow, follow,Till we see my Eileen’s face,Through the moonlight like a swallowOff she flew to some far place.
I sleep beneath a bracken sheetIn sunlight or in rain,The road dust burns my naked feet,The sunrays sear my brain;But children love my fiddle’s soundAnd if a lad be straying,His mother knows he may be foundWhere old Mad Larry’s playing.O fiddle, let us follow, follow,Till we see my Eileen’s face,Through the moonlight like a swallowOff she flew to some far place.O, did you ever love a lass?I loved a lass one day,And she would lie upon the grassAnd sing while I would play.She was a cruel, lovely thing,Nor heart nor soul have IFor Eileen took them that soft springWhen she flew to the sky.So fiddle, let us follow, follow,Till we see my Eileen’s face,Through the moonlight like a swallowOff she flew to some far place.
I sleep beneath a bracken sheetIn sunlight or in rain,The road dust burns my naked feet,The sunrays sear my brain;But children love my fiddle’s soundAnd if a lad be straying,His mother knows he may be foundWhere old Mad Larry’s playing.
I sleep beneath a bracken sheet
In sunlight or in rain,
The road dust burns my naked feet,
The sunrays sear my brain;
But children love my fiddle’s sound
And if a lad be straying,
His mother knows he may be found
Where old Mad Larry’s playing.
O fiddle, let us follow, follow,Till we see my Eileen’s face,Through the moonlight like a swallowOff she flew to some far place.
O fiddle, let us follow, follow,
Till we see my Eileen’s face,
Through the moonlight like a swallow
Off she flew to some far place.
O, did you ever love a lass?I loved a lass one day,And she would lie upon the grassAnd sing while I would play.She was a cruel, lovely thing,Nor heart nor soul have IFor Eileen took them that soft springWhen she flew to the sky.
O, did you ever love a lass?
I loved a lass one day,
And she would lie upon the grass
And sing while I would play.
She was a cruel, lovely thing,
Nor heart nor soul have I
For Eileen took them that soft spring
When she flew to the sky.
So fiddle, let us follow, follow,Till we see my Eileen’s face,Through the moonlight like a swallowOff she flew to some far place.
So fiddle, let us follow, follow,
Till we see my Eileen’s face,
Through the moonlight like a swallow
Off she flew to some far place.