Donnybrook Fair


Oh, ’twas Dermot O’Nowlan McFigg
That could properly handle a twig
He went to the Fair, and kicked up a dust there
In dancing the Donnybrook Jig, with his twig
Oh, my blessing to Dermot McFigg

When he came to the midst of the Fair
He was all in a paugh for fresh air
For the Fair very soon was as full as the moon
Such mobs upon mobs as were there, oh rare
So more luck to sweet Donnybrook Fair

The souls, they came crowding in fast
To dance while the leather would last
For the Thomas Street brogue was there much in vogue
And oft with a brogue, the joke passed, quite fast
While the cash and the whiskey did last

But Derraot, his mind on love bent
In search of his sweetheart he went
Peeped in here and there, as he walked thro’ the Fair
And took a small taste in each tent as he went
Och, on whiskey and love he was bent

And who should he spy in a jig
With a Meal-man so tall and so big
But his own darling Kate, so gay and so neat
Faith, her partner, he hit him a dig, the pig
He beat the meal out of his wig

Then Dermot, with conquest elate
Drew a stool near his beautiful Kate
“Arrah, Katty” says he “my own cushla-machree
Sure the world for beauty you beat, complete
So we’ll just take a dance while we wait

The piper, to keep him in tune
Struck up a gay lilt very soon
Until an arch wag cut a hole in his bag
And at once put an end to the tune too soon
Oh, the music flew up to the moon

To the fiddler says Dermot McFigg
If you’ll please to play ‘Sheela na gig’
We’ll shake a loose toe while you humour the bow
To be sure you must warm the wig of McFigg
While he’s dancing a neat Irish jig

But says Katty, the darling, says she
“If you’ll only just listen to me
It’s myself that will show Billy can’t be your foe,
Tho’ he fought for his Cousin, that’s me” says she
“For sure Billy’s related to me”

“For my own cousin-german, Ann Wilde
Stood for Biddy Mulrooney’s first child
And Biddy’s stepson, sure he married Bess Dunn
Who was gossip to Jenny, as mild a child
As ever at mother’s breast smiled

“And maybe you don’t know Jane Brown
Who served goat’s whey in sweet Dundrum town
‘Twas her uncle’s half-brother that married my mother
And bought me this new yellow gown, to go down
When the marriage was held in Miltown”

“By the Powers, then” says Dermot, ’tis plain
Like a son of that rapscallion Cain
My best friend I’ve kilt, tho’ no blood it is spilt
And devil a harm did I mean, that’s plain
But by me he’ll be ne’er kilt again”

Then the Meal-man forgave him the blow
That laid him a-sprawling so low
And being quite gay, asked them both to the play
But Katty, being bashful, said “No,No, No”


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