The Fiddle Lyrics By Seamus Moore

A Song about a man's fiddle that gets broke and he has to borrow one for a session from a neighbor, but he never really got on very well with the neighbor. Well he bites the bullet and visits the house anyway. This song is a classic by Irish folk singer Seamus Moore.  I'm convinced some of these auld stories are true. Guitar chords by Angela.

Patrick James McCafferty a fiddler of renown.
Was invited to a fiddlers night here in London Town.
He shaved and dressed that evening and was stepping out the door.
When he tripped and dropped his fiddle and smashed it on the floor.
His heart stood still his face went white his head was in a spin
He would go nowhere tonight without a violin
What shall I do he said alas as he viewed the sad remains
Unless I go to Sweeney's house and borrow Mary Jane's.
He throw his leg across his bike and headed up Cricklewood Lane.
But as he went he was less content about asking Mary Jane,
If I thought she would not help me out I'd sooner not go,
But when she hears what's happened to me I'm sure she'll not say no.

And yet I'm sure me father said the Sweeney's wern't too free,
And I'm dammed if I'll give that bitch a chance of saying no to me,
I don't know who they are but I could let them know.
They hadn't the means to scratch themselves not very long ago.
They say that muck flies very high when you hit it with a stick
And upstarts like the Sweeney's are enough to make you sick
But they'll not make a fool of me and Mary Jane the same
I'll tell her very straight where she can shove her violin.

Well Mary Jane came to the door with a smile upon her face
Saying Patrick James was always welcome 'round at Sweeney's place.
Evening Patrick James says she are you coming in a while.
Go to hell says Patrick James, Miss Sweeney dropped the smile.
I'll net be in your door again he turned around to go.
I knew damm well before I asked the answer would be no.
Take that heap of wood worm, ye have hanging on your wall
And where the monkey stuck his nuts you can stick it bow and all.

Guitar Chords For The Fiddle
- G – G – D – G -

(G) Patrick James McCafferty a (D) fiddler of re-(G)-nown
was invited to a fiddler’s night (D) here in London (G) Town.
He (C) shaved and dressed that (G) evening 
and was (C) stepping out the (D) door
when (G) he tripped and dropped his fiddle
and (D) smashed it on the (G) floor.
His (G) heart stood still his face went white his (D) head was in a (G) spin.
But he (G) would go nowhere tonight with-(D)-out a vio-(G)-lin.
“What (C) can I do?” He (G) said “Alas!”, as he (C) viewed the sad re-(D)-mains.
Un-(G)-less I go to Sweeney's house and (D) borrow Mary (G) Jane's.
He (G) threw his leg across the bike and (D) headed up Cricklewood (G) Lane.
But (G) as he went he was less content about (D) asking Mary (G) Jane.
If I (C) thought she wouldn’t (G) help me out I'd (C) just sooner not (D) go.
But (G) when she hears what's happened to me I'm (D) sure she'll not say (G) no.
- G – G – D – G -

And (G) yet me father always said the (D) Sweeney's weren't too (G) free,
And I'm (G) dammed if I'll give that bitch the chance of (D) saying no to (G) me,
I (C) don't know who they (G) think they are but (C) I could let them (D) know.
They (G) hadn't the means to scratch themselves not (D) very long a-(G)-go.
They (G) say that muck flies very high when you (D) hit it with a (G) stick
and (G) upstarts like the Sweeney's are (D) enough to make you (G) sick.
But (C) they'll not make a (G) fool of me and (C) Mary Jane the (D) same
I'll (G) tell her very straight where she can (D) shove her vio-(G)-lin.
- G – G – D – G -

Well (G) Mary Jane came to the door with a (D) smile upon her (G) face
For (G) Patrick James was always welcome (D) 'round at Sweeney's (G) place.
“Good (C) evening Patrick (G) James!” says she “Are you (C) coming in a (D) while.”
“You (G) go to hell!” says Patrick James, Miss (D) Sweeney dropped the (G) smile.
“I'll (C) not be in your (G) door again”, he (C) roared and turned ‘round to (D) go.
“I (G) knew damn well before I asked that the (D) answer would be (G) no.
(C) Take that heap of (G) wood worm, you have (C) hanging on your (D) wall.
And (G) where the monkey stuck its nuts you can (D) stick it bow and (G) all.” 
- G – G – D – G -

The fiddle song by Seamus Moore

Seamus Moore The Fiddle Song