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Steeleye Span - The Old Turf Fire lyrics

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Oh the old turf fire
And the hearth swept clean
There's no-one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane,
The baby in the cradle,
You can hear it's mammy say,
Ah will you go to sleep alanna
While I wet your daddy's tea.

Now I've got a little house and land
As neat as it can be,
You'll never see the likes of it
This side of Lisnakea.
No piano in the corner
And no pictures on the wall,
But I'm happy and contented
In my little cottage hall
Now the man that I work for,
Of noble blood is he,
But somethin' I'll be tellin' you
We never can agree
He has big towering mansions,
He has castles great and tall
But I wouldn't change the roof that crowns
My own cottage hall.

Oh the old turf fire
And the hearth swept clean
There's no-one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane,
The baby in the cradle,
You can hear it's mammy say,
Ah will you go to sleep alanna
While I wet your daddy's tea.

Round the old turf fire
sit the old folk, bent with years,
As they watch us trippin' lightly
They're smilin' thro' their tears.
So sadly they are dreaming
Of their youthful heart's desire -
In those dear old days so long ago
Around the old turf fire.