As I Was Going Into The Fair of Athy

30 Mar

Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney

Location: New Edition, page 66

As I was going into the fair of Athy,

I spied an oul’ petticoat hanging up on high.

I took off my trousers and hung them up high

To keep that old petticoat warm

The petticoat fluttered, and made a loud noise,

It lifted its tail and lost feminine poise,

And all round its flounces it wrapped my corduroys.

Old trousers I hope you’re in form.

The night of the wedding, the night of the fun,

The night of the wedding she had a big son.

The father is dead, he was shot with a gun,

And the neighbours maintained ‘twas no harm.

Song Texts

An Mhaighdean Mhara