The Fiddler of Dooney Arnold Bax

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 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