Old Dungarvan Oak - Daniel O'Donnell

As I roved out one morning going to Dungarvan Fair

I spied a pretty maiden with the sunlight in her hair

Her way was so delightful, her voice rang like a bell

And as I overtook her I asked if she was well

Lay down your woolen shawl me love

I swear it is no joke

And I’ll tell to you the story

Of the Old Dungarvan Oak

As we approached Dungarvan the girl at me did stare

And she asked me why I raised my hat to a tree so old and bare

I told her of the legend, if the tree should e’er come down

There’d be a great disaster and Dungarvan would be drowned

Lay down your woolen shawl me love

I swear it is no joke

And I’ll tell to you the story

Of the Old Dungarvan Oak

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Then she started laughing, my face grew very red

And she said that only fools believed what those old legends said

Her laughter was contagious for the truth to you I’ll tell

By the time I reached the market place I began to laugh as well

Lay down your woolen shawl me love

I swear it is no joke

And I’ll tell to you the story

Of the Old Dungarvan Oak

As I sit here by my fireside it’s the autumn of my life

And the darling girl I met that day is now my darling wife

I have a lovely daughter And a son to push my yoke

And all because I raised my hat to the Old Dungarvan Oak

Lay down your woolen shawl me love

I swear it is no joke

And I’ll tell to you the story

Of the Old Dungarvan Oak

Lay down your woolen shawl me love

I swear it is no joke

And I’ll tell to you the story

Of the Old Dungarvan Oak