Wexford

Lyrics

My family lived in Wexford town, stopped travelling and settled down
Though my father kept a horse and car, we lived within the town
The people there misunderstood, or they did not know our ways
So with horse and car, back on the road, I began my travelling days

My father was called the Fiddler Dunne and I’m a fiddler too
But 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 am 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 know is right
And how to camp beside a ditch on a stormy winter’s night

O, times were good and times were bad, and people cruel and kind
But what I learned of people then has stayed within my mind
I’ll honour friends with all my heart, do for them all I can
But I’ve learnt to go the road again when they spurn the tinker man

O, Wexford is a town I like, but the travelling man they scorn
And a man must feel affection for the town where he was born
I know one day that I’ll go back, when my travelling days are done
And people will begin to wonder what has happened to the Pecker Dunne


Notes

Written by Pecker Dunne; a traveller from Wexford who was a very accomplished banjo player, fiddler and balladeer.


Song Clip


County

Wexford

Song Themes

Travelling

Songwriter