The Old Turf Fire.

The Old Turf Fire.

Oh, the old turf fire, and the hearth swept clean
There’s no one quite so happy as meself and Mary Keene
With the baby in the cradle, you can hear her mother say
“Won’t you go to sleep, Alana, while I wet your Daddy’s tay”

Now, I’ve got a little house and land, as neat as it can be
You’ll never see the like of it, this side of Moneylea
No piano in the corner, and no pictures on the wall
But I’m happy and contented in my little cottage hall.

With, the old turf fire, and the hearth swept clean
There’s no one quite so happy as meself and Mary Keene
With the baby in the cradle, you can hear her mother say
“Won’t you go to sleep, Alana, while I wet your Daddy’s tay”

Now, the man that I work for, of noble blood is he
But one thing I’ll be telling you - we never can agree
He has big towering mansion, he has castles great and small
But I wouldn’t trade for anything my little cottage hall

With, the old turf fire, and the hearth swept clean
There’s no one quite so happy as meself and Mary Keene
With the baby in the cradle, you can hear her mother say
“Won’t you go to sleep, Alana, while I wet your Daddy’s tay”

Now the old folk sit around the fire, bent with years
As they watch us tripping lightly, just smiling through their tears
So sadly they are dreaming of their youthful heart’s desire
In those far off days of long ago, around the old turf fire

With, the old turf fire, and the hearth swept clean
There’s no one quite so happy as meself and Mary Keene
With the baby in the cradle, you can hear her mother say
“Won’t you go to sleep, Alana, while I wet your Daddy’s tay”


There is a great version of this song performed by DruidSong. Go to their website and you can listen to it. http://druidsong.bandcamp.com/track/the-old-turf-fire.