The Fiddler of Dooney

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 my 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

For the good are always the merry
Save by an evil chance
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance

Al tocar m violín en Córdoba
La gente baila como olas del mar
Porque los buenos son siempre alegres
Salvo algún malgno azar



Credits
Writer(s): William Butler Yeats, Andre G Previn
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