When I play on my fiddle in Dooney Folk dance like a wave on the sea My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet My brother in Moharabuiee Oh, I passed my brother and cousin They read in their books of prayer Ah, but I, I read in my book of songs Which I bought at the Sligo fair When we come to the end of our time To Saint Peter all sitting in state He will smile on the three old spirits But pass me first through the gate For the good are always the merry Save by an evil chance And the merry love the fiddle, aye And the merry love to dance Oh, when all the folk up there spy me They will all come and gather round me Saying, "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!" They'll dance like a wave on the sea (Instrumental) For the good are always the merry Save by an evil chance And the merry love the fiddle, aye And the merry love to dance And when all the folk up there spy me They will all come and gather round me Saying, "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!" They'll dance like a wave on the sea They'll dance like a wave on the sea