Lyrics

For it is here I am today what God gave he took away
And he left without a home poor Dan O’Hara
With these matches in my hand in the frost and snow I stand
And it’s here I am today here brokenhearted.

Ach ach a chuisle grá mo chroí
Won’t you buy a box from me
And you’ll have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
I’ll sell them cheap and low buy a box before you go
From your brokenhearted farmer Dan O’Hara.

In the year of sixty four I had acres by the score
And the grandest land you ever ran a plough through
But the landlord came you know
And he laid our
And it’s here I am today here brokenhearted.

Ach ach a chuisle grá mo chroí
Won’t you buy a box from me
And you’ll have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
I’ll sell them cheap and low buy a box before you go
From your brokenhearted farmer Dan O’Hara.

For twenty years or more did misfortune cross our door
And my poor ould wife and I were sadly parted
We were scattered far and wide and our children starved and died
And it’s here I am today here brokenhearted.

Ach ach a chuisle grá mo chroí
Won’t you buy a box from me
And you’ll have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
I’ll sell them cheap and low buy a box before you go
From your brokenhearted farmer Dan O’Hara.