The Old Turf Fire 歌词

	作词 : Patterson
	Traditional
	Oh the old turf fire
	And the hearth swept clean
	There's no-one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane,
	The baby in the cradle,
	You can hear it's mammy say,
	Ah will you go to sleep alanna
	While I wet your daddy's tea.
	Now I've got a little house and land
	As neat as it can be,
	You'll never see the likes of it
	This side of Lisnakea.
	No piano in the corner
	And no pictures on the wall,
	But I'm happy and contented
	In my little cottage hall
	Now the man that I work for,
	Of noble blood is he,
	But somethin' I'll be tellin' you
	We never can agree
	He has big towering mansions,
	He has castles great and tall
	But I wouldn't change the roof that crowns
	My own cottage hall.
	Oh the old turf fire
	And the hearth swept clean
	There's no-one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane,
	The baby in the cradle,
	You can hear it's mammy say,
	Ah will you go to sleep alanna
	While I wet your daddy's tea.
	Round the old turf fire
	sit the old folk, bent with years,
	As they watch us trippin' lightly
	They're smilin' thro' their tears.
	So sadly they are dreaming
	Of their youthful heart's desire -
	In those dear old days so long ago
	Around the old turf fire.

	zuo ci : Patterson
	Traditional
	Oh the old turf fire
	And the hearth swept clean
	There' s noone so contented as myself and Paddy Keane,
	The baby in the cradle,
	You can hear it' s mammy say,
	Ah will you go to sleep alanna
	While I wet your daddy' s tea.
	Now I' ve got a little house and land
	As neat as it can be,
	You' ll never see the likes of it
	This side of Lisnakea.
	No piano in the corner
	And no pictures on the wall,
	But I' m happy and contented
	In my little cottage hall
	Now the man that I work for,
	Of noble blood is he,
	But somethin' I' ll be tellin' you
	We never can agree
	He has big towering mansions,
	He has castles great and tall
	But I wouldn' t change the roof that crowns
	My own cottage hall.
	Oh the old turf fire
	And the hearth swept clean
	There' s noone so contented as myself and Paddy Keane,
	The baby in the cradle,
	You can hear it' s mammy say,
	Ah will you go to sleep alanna
	While I wet your daddy' s tea.
	Round the old turf fire
	sit the old folk, bent with years,
	As they watch us trippin' lightly
	They' re smilin' thro' their tears.
	So sadly they are dreaming
	Of their youthful heart' s desire
	In those dear old days so long ago
	Around the old turf fire.

	zuò cí : Patterson
	Traditional
	Oh the old turf fire
	And the hearth swept clean
	There' s noone so contented as myself and Paddy Keane,
	The baby in the cradle,
	You can hear it' s mammy say,
	Ah will you go to sleep alanna
	While I wet your daddy' s tea.
	Now I' ve got a little house and land
	As neat as it can be,
	You' ll never see the likes of it
	This side of Lisnakea.
	No piano in the corner
	And no pictures on the wall,
	But I' m happy and contented
	In my little cottage hall
	Now the man that I work for,
	Of noble blood is he,
	But somethin' I' ll be tellin' you
	We never can agree
	He has big towering mansions,
	He has castles great and tall
	But I wouldn' t change the roof that crowns
	My own cottage hall.
	Oh the old turf fire
	And the hearth swept clean
	There' s noone so contented as myself and Paddy Keane,
	The baby in the cradle,
	You can hear it' s mammy say,
	Ah will you go to sleep alanna
	While I wet your daddy' s tea.
	Round the old turf fire
	sit the old folk, bent with years,
	As they watch us trippin' lightly
	They' re smilin' thro' their tears.
	So sadly they are dreaming
	Of their youthful heart' s desire
	In those dear old days so long ago
	Around the old turf fire.

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