When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Mocharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come at the end of time To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on three old spirits, But call me first through the gate;
And when the folk there spy me, They will all come up to me, With 'Here is the fiddler of Dooney!'
[1][2] The word "Dooney" refers to Dooney Rock, a small hill overlooking Lough Gill near Sligo.