Steeleye Span – The Old Turf Fire (Guitar)

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Oh, the old turf fire and the hearth swept clean

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There's no one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane

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The baby in the cradle, you can hear its mammy say

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Ah, will you go to sleep, Alanna, while I wet your daddy's tea

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Now I've got a little house and land, as neat as it can be

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You'll never see the likes of it this side of Lisnakea

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No piano in the corner and no pictures on the wall

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But I'm happy and contented in my little cottage hall

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Now the man that I work for, of noble blood is he

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But somethin' I'll be tellin' you, we never can agree

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He has big towering mansions, he has castles great and tall

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But I wouldn't change the roof that crowns my own cottage hall

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Oh, the old turf fire and the hearth swept clean

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There's no one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane

    Am
The baby in the cradle, you can hear its mammy say

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Ah, will you go to sleep, Alanna, while I wet your daddy's tea

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Round the old turf fire sit the old folk, bent with years

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As they watch us trippin' lightly, they're smilin' through their tears

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So sadly they are dreaming of their youthful heart's desire

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In those dear old days so long ago, around the old turf fire