Dan O' Hara - Finbar Furey

It’s here I am today God gave and took away

And left without a home for Dan O’Hara

With these matches in my hand in the frost and snow I stand

But here I am today your broken hearted

In the year of sixty four we had acres by the score

The grandest land a man could pull a plough through

But the landlord came you know and he laid our home to low

And here I am today your broken-hearted

Cushla gra mo craoi

won’t you buy a box from me

And have the prayers of Dan from Connemara.

Sure I’ll sell them cheap and low

buy a box before you go

from the broken-hearted farmer Dan O’Hara.

And for twenty years or more did misfortune cross our door

My poor old wife and I were sadly parted

We were scattered far and wide and our children starved and died

But here I am today your broken-hearted

Cushla gra mo craoi

won’t you buy a box from me

and have the prayers of Dan from Connemara.

Sure I’ll sell them cheap and low

buy a box before you go

from the broken-hearted farmer Dan O’Hara.

Tho' in frost and snow I stand beneath the shadow of God’s hand

It lies warm from the brow of Dan O’Hara

And so soon with God above I will meet the ones I love

And find the live I lost in Connemara

Cushla gra mo craoi

won’t you buy a box from me

and have the prayers of Dan from Connemara.

Sure I’ll sell them cheap and low

buy a box before you go

from the broken-hearted farmer Dan O’Hara.