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Daddy Is Gone To The Fair

Francis A Fahy
Daddy�s gone off to the fair Just before daylight was peeping, O Daddy went off on the mare While his wee laddy was sleeping, O What will he bring from the fair? What will he bring for his laddy O? Fairin�s he bring on the mare Fairin�s for Mammy and Daddy O The best top they have in the town: And a whistle to set the house crazy O A stool by the fire to sit down When somebody�s sleepy and lazy O A ballad about Granuaile; A paper with all the grand news in it How Ireland is winning the day And how her ould enemy�s losing it. When he comes back from the fair Oh �tis we will then have the merry go! He�ll hoist his boy up in the air And show him the shores of America. He�ll take him on top of his knee And trot him round Ireland and home again: Over the hills to Kilkee, And back by the boreen he�ll come again. He�ll call him his pet and his star As if no one loved him as well as he He�ll kiss him a thousand times o�er Til Mammy is dying with jealousy! Troth, it is the time he was here Lonesome and long you�ve been waiting him And here�s the potatoes so clear Asking us when we�ll be ating �em. Arrah! Who is that out at the gate? Who is that calling for Paddy O? Let us run out or we�re late! Who�ll be the first to meet Daddy O? This page has been viewed 928 times

Daddy�s gone off to the fair
Just before daylight was peeping, O
Daddy went off on the mare
While his wee laddy was sleeping, O

What will he bring from the fair?
What will he bring for his laddy O?
Fairin�s he bring on the mare
Fairin�s for Mammy and Daddy O

The best top they have in the town:
And a whistle to set the house crazy O
A stool by the fire to sit down
When somebody�s sleepy and lazy O

A ballad about Granuaile;
A paper with all the grand news in it
How Ireland is winning the day
And how her ould enemy�s losing it.

When he comes back from the fair
Oh �tis we will then have the merry go!
He�ll hoist his boy up in the air
And show him the shores of America.

He�ll take him on top of his knee
And trot him round Ireland and home again:
Over the hills to Kilkee,
And back by the boreen he�ll come again.

He�ll call him his pet and his star
As if no one loved him as well as he
He�ll kiss him a thousand times o�er
Til Mammy is dying with jealousy!

Troth, it is the time he was here
Lonesome and long you�ve been waiting him
And here�s the potatoes so clear
Asking us when we�ll be ating �em.

Arrah! Who is that out at the gate?
Who is that calling for Paddy O?
Let us run out or we�re late!
Who�ll be the first to meet Daddy O?

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