Padraic the Fidiler

Padraic sits in the garden

Inundher the bright new moon,

And from his fidil coaxes

A lovely, dreamy tune.

Och! I love the tune he's playin'

An' I wisht it was for me;

But I know it's for the birdeens

Up in the cherry tree.

Sure iv'ry night they peep from

Inundher their mother's wings.

Tae hear the silvery music

His wee dark fidil sings.

An' for them he's always playin'

An' hasnae a thought o' me;

For if I go out he wandhers

Away from the cherry tree.