"Wexford" lyrics
(originally by Pecker Dunne)
My family lived in Wexford town
Stopped travelling and settled down
Me father kept a horse and cart
Though we lived within the town
The people there misunderstood
They did not know our ways
So with horse and cart, back on the road
I began my travelling days
Me father was called "The Fiddler Dunne"
Now I'm a fiddler too
Although I often felt his fist
He taught me all he knew
I know I'll never be as good
And yet I feel no shame
For the other things my father taught
I'm proud to bear his name
He taught me pride and how to live
Though the road is hard and long
And how a man will never starve
With a banjo, fiddle or song
And how to fight for what I own
And what I feel is right
And how to camp beside a ditch
On a stormy winter's night
Oh, times were good and times were bad
And people cruel and kind
But what I learned from people then
Has stayed within my mind
I'll honour friends with all my heart
Do for them all I can
But I learned to go with the road again
Where they scorn the travellin' man
Wexford is a town I like
But the travelling man is scorned
But you must feel affection for
The town that you come from
I know one day, that I'll go back
When my travellin' days are done
And people will begin to wonder
"What ever happened to the Pecker Dunne?"
Stopped travelling and settled down
Me father kept a horse and cart
Though we lived within the town
The people there misunderstood
They did not know our ways
So with horse and cart, back on the road
I began my travelling days
Me father was called "The Fiddler Dunne"
Now I'm a fiddler too
Although I often felt his fist
He taught me all he knew
I know I'll never be as good
And yet I feel no shame
For the other things my father taught
I'm proud to bear his name
He taught me pride and how to live
Though the road is hard and long
And how a man will never starve
With a banjo, fiddle or song
And how to fight for what I own
And what I feel is right
And how to camp beside a ditch
On a stormy winter's night
Oh, times were good and times were bad
And people cruel and kind
But what I learned from people then
Has stayed within my mind
I'll honour friends with all my heart
Do for them all I can
But I learned to go with the road again
Where they scorn the travellin' man
Wexford is a town I like
But the travelling man is scorned
But you must feel affection for
The town that you come from
I know one day, that I'll go back
When my travellin' days are done
And people will begin to wonder
"What ever happened to the Pecker Dunne?"
