Carroll O'Flynn

Carrol O'Flynn you've tuned your violin

In every town in Ulster from Rostrevor up to Rathlin

You rosined up the bow and you let the music flow

You played it from the heart; it was the only way you'd know

Where you came from no one knows with your fiddle and your tattered clothes

We knew you for your music and the stories that you told us

There was magic in your playing and you held us all entranced

Our sorrows and our cares were soon forgotten as we danced

The highways and the by-ways of the world they've been your home

You've never had life easy and you've lived it all alone

But home is where the heart is, or at least that's what they say