  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 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 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 swallow Off she flew to some far place. |
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