Fiddler of Dooney

When we play our songs down in Highlandtown
Folks dance like the waves of the sea
Well my cousin is a priest up there in Baltimore
And my brother wears the collar in DC

When I passed my brother and my cousin
They were reading from their books of prayer
Well, I've got my book of Dylan songs
That I bought at the Sligo Creek fair

For the good are always the merry
Save for an evil chance
And the merry sing to the waves of the sea
And the merry love to dance

So when we come to the end of our living
We'll find Peter there sitting in state
He will smile on these three good old spirits
But call me first through the gate

He'll ask aren't you the one with the fiddle
And I'll reply I confess that's me
He said I once heard you play down in Highlandtown
So come on in, your soul is free

For the good are always the merry
Save for an evil chance
And the merry sing to the waves of the sea
And the merry love to dance

So when you come to the gates of St. Peter
You might hear this fiddler's tune
You'll find my brother and my cousin
Dancing with the angels in the room

For the good are always the merry
Save for an evil chance
And the merry sing to the waves of the sea
And the merry love to dance
And the merry sing to the waves of the sea
And the merry love to dance
And the merry love to dance
And the merry love to dance



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Writer(s): David Ries, Stella M Schindler
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