Lyrics:
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When Pat came o'er the hills,
His colleen fair to see,
His whistle loud and shrill
His signal was to be.
"Oh, Mary", the mother cried,
"There’s someone whistling sure";
"Oh, mother, you know, it's the the wind
That’s whistling through the door".
(Whistles "Garryowen”)
"I’ve lived a long time, Mary,
In this wide world, my dear
But the wind to whistle like that
I never yet did hear";
"But, mother, you know, the fiddle
Hangs close behind the chink,
And the wind upon the strings
Is playing a tune, I think".
(Dog barks)
"The dog is barking now, and
The fiddle can’t play that tune";
"But, mother, you know that dogs
Will bark when they see the moon".
"Now, how can he see the moon,
When you know he’s old and blind?
Blind dogs can’t see the moon,
Nor fiddles be played by the wind".
(Pig grunts)
"And now there is the pig
Uneasy in its mind";
"But, mother, you know, they say
That pigs can see the wind",
"That’s all very well in the day,
But then I may remark
That pigs, no more than we,
Can see the wind in the dark".
"Now, I’m not such a fool as you think .
I know very well it is Pat.
Get out, you whistling thief,
And get along home out o’ that.
And you, be off to your bed,
And don’t bother me with your tears,
For, tho’ I’ve lost my eyes,
I have not lost my ears".
MORAL:
Now, boys, too near the house
Don’t courting go, d’ye mind,
Unless you’re certain sure
The Old woman’s both deaf and blind.
The days when they where young,
Forget they never can.
They're sure to tell the difference
'Twixt wind, fiddle, pig, dog, or man.
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