O'FARRELL" THE FIDDLER.
New Zealand Tablet, Volume XII, Issue 16, 8 August 1884, Page 27
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O'FARRELL" THE FIDDLER.
(From A. P. Graves' " Songs of Irish Wit and Humour." Oh ! Thaiy, we've watched and we've waited for ever To see your old self steppin' into the town — Wid your corduroys patched so clane and so clever, And the pride of a Guelph in your smile or your frown. Till someone used say, " Here's Thady O'Farrell " ; And, " God bless the good man I let's go meet him," we cried— And wid this from their play, and wid that from their quarrel, All the little ones ran to be first at your side. Soon amon?st us you'd stand, wid tha ould people's blessin," As they leaned from the door to look at you pass ; Wid the colleen's kiss-haad, and the children's caresjin', Aud the boys fightin, sure, which'd stand you firat glass. Tnen you'd give us thaneirs' out of Cork and Killaraey— Had O'Flynn married yet ?— Waa ould Mack still at work f — Shine's political views— Barry's last bit of blarney— And the boys you had met on their way to New York . And when from the sight of our say-frontia* villa? j The far-frowning blasquec stole into the shade, And the warnin' of night callei up from tha tillage The girl wid her basket, the boy wid his spade- By the glowin' turf -fire, or the harvest moon's glory , In the close-crowded ring that around you we made, We'd no other desire that your hejrt-thriliia' story, Or the song that you'd sing, or the tune that you played. Till you'd ax, wid a hap from your seat in tho middle And a shuffle and slide of your foot on the floor, " Will we try a jig-»tep, boys and girls, to the fiddle I " Faugh a ballagh," we cried, "for a jig, to be sure ! "
