Mad Pat Songtext
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Mad Pat Songtext
There was a country fiddler
A jester, a riddler
A joker, a singer of songs
In every town he passed
He′d stop to help the dancing master
Entertain his straw-rope foot throne
And from a green cloth on his back
He'd take his fiddle and some goodbye smoke
Now singing high, now murmuring low
Now in the middle with his magic bow
And all the people would know
Mad Paddy′s gone back on the road
A wire-stringed fiddle is his only load
He's kicking up turf everywhere he goes
And he's on his own
From the houses all the people they stare
At his horse-lips and his evergreen hair
You know he keeps on moving, he just doesn′t care
When he′s on his own
Mad Pat's on the road
First he′d play a slow slowass
A fad to drive away your cares
And bring a magic sleep
Then the pace would quicken
You'd burst out of your slumber
And find yourself up on your feet
But then his magic tune would change
To something strange, to something violent
What′s going on?
And through the tears you cry
You'll look, you′ll sigh, you'll feel like dying
Because the fiddler's gone
Mad Paddy′s moving on
Mad Paddy′s gone back on the road
A wire-stringed fiddle is his only load
He's kicking up turf everywhere he goes
And he′s on his own
In the corner there's a smile on his face
His fancy is taking him to some distant place
His tunes keep changing, he can′t keep the pace
And he's on his own
Mad Pat′s on the road
There was a country fiddler
A jester, a riddler
A joker, a singer of songs
In every town he passed
He'd stop to help the dancing master
Entertain his straw-rope foot throne
And from a green cloth on his back
He'd take his fiddle and some goodbye smoke
Now singing high, now murmuring low
Now in the middle with his magic bow
And all the people would know
Mad Paddy′s gone back on the road
A wire-stringed fiddle is his only load
He′s kicking up turf everywhere he goes
And he's on his own
From the houses all the people they stare
At his horse-lips and his evergreen hair
He keeps on moving, he just doesn′t care
When he's on his own
Mad Pat′s on the road
Mad Pat's on the road
Mad Pat′s on the road
A jester, a riddler
A joker, a singer of songs
In every town he passed
He′d stop to help the dancing master
Entertain his straw-rope foot throne
And from a green cloth on his back
He'd take his fiddle and some goodbye smoke
Now singing high, now murmuring low
Now in the middle with his magic bow
And all the people would know
Mad Paddy′s gone back on the road
A wire-stringed fiddle is his only load
He's kicking up turf everywhere he goes
And he's on his own
From the houses all the people they stare
At his horse-lips and his evergreen hair
You know he keeps on moving, he just doesn′t care
When he′s on his own
Mad Pat's on the road
First he′d play a slow slowass
A fad to drive away your cares
And bring a magic sleep
Then the pace would quicken
You'd burst out of your slumber
And find yourself up on your feet
But then his magic tune would change
To something strange, to something violent
What′s going on?
And through the tears you cry
You'll look, you′ll sigh, you'll feel like dying
Because the fiddler's gone
Mad Paddy′s moving on
Mad Paddy′s gone back on the road
A wire-stringed fiddle is his only load
He's kicking up turf everywhere he goes
And he′s on his own
In the corner there's a smile on his face
His fancy is taking him to some distant place
His tunes keep changing, he can′t keep the pace
And he's on his own
Mad Pat′s on the road
There was a country fiddler
A jester, a riddler
A joker, a singer of songs
In every town he passed
He'd stop to help the dancing master
Entertain his straw-rope foot throne
And from a green cloth on his back
He'd take his fiddle and some goodbye smoke
Now singing high, now murmuring low
Now in the middle with his magic bow
And all the people would know
Mad Paddy′s gone back on the road
A wire-stringed fiddle is his only load
He′s kicking up turf everywhere he goes
And he's on his own
From the houses all the people they stare
At his horse-lips and his evergreen hair
He keeps on moving, he just doesn′t care
When he's on his own
Mad Pat′s on the road
Mad Pat's on the road
Mad Pat′s on the road
Writer(s): James Lockhart, John Fean, Charles O'connor, Eamon Carr, Barry Devlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

