The Irish cabin, song

James McEleney, singing in English
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Lyrics

................................................Ill sing to you
The walls were a little slanted and the thatch a golden hue
Where at even time would gather oh the neighbours one and all
From the heathery hills of Antrim to the rocks of Donegal

Now the table’s set the tae is wet the punch is in the jug
There’s not an Irish cabin half as cosy or as snug
The roof is not the highest and the windows are but small
And the half door swinging freely bids a welcome to you all

Now my father’s name was Barney he could make the fiddle sing
My mother too god rest her soul could make the valleys ring
With her songs of Irish bravery and her ballads of old men
Sure they echoed from the meadow to the bottom of the glen

Now the table’s set the tae is wet the punch is in the jug
There’s not an Irish cabin half as cosy or as snug
The roof is not the highest and the windows are but small
And the half door swinging freely bids a welcome to you all

Oh no more by Erin’s bank I’ll sit or on the mossy strand
But pine my weary years away amongst a foreign land
And I have seen the mansions there big and tall
But there’s none can compare with my cabin in my fathers’ cabin small

Now the table’s set the tae is wet the punch is in the jug
There’s not an Irish cabin half as cosy or as snug
The roof is not the highest and the windows are but small
And the half door swinging freely bids a welcome to you all