The Sunday dinner, song

Charlie McGonigle (James Eoghain), singing in English
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Lyrics

Oh sweet fragrant fancy of days long deserted
Carry me back to my young youthful scene
When I was a boy so gay and light hearted
And care came and went like a merry moonbeam.

But there’s one thing I knew and I’ll always remember
The scenes of the old home the turf fire’s glow
The peace and goodwill in the month of December
And that aul’ Sunday dinner a long time ago.

Now our table was set with the best we could boast off
And our bread was as light as the first fall of snow
There was plenty for twenty and we made the most of
That aul’ Sunday dinner a long time ago.

Now when Saturday night came my father and mother
They would each go to market but not stay too long
And I would be left in the care of my brother
And the poor fellow would sing me a song.

And when they’d return with their baskets full flowing
We would each get an apple and wanted to know
What we’d have for dinner for hints they’d throw in
And that aul’ Sunday dinner a long time ago.

Now it’s many’s the year since I last saw the cabin
That shelters my brother my sisters and all
The fiddles and flutes and the pipers were playing
Sure it’s all like a dream now but sweet to recall.

The old folk are gone and the fiddles are silent
No more by the hearth stones the dancers will go
My brothers they are scattered but I’m sure they’ll remember
That aul’ Sunday dinner a long time ago.