Cot in the Corner, The
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Oh wirra aroon, how sad is our lot,
since the landlord turned us out of our cot,
and to us in this wide world the happiest spot,
on the hillside alone in the corner.
It was covered all over with bright yellow straw,
and the walls were as white as the snowflake so braw.
Sure, 'twould make a fine picture for painters to draw,
from the boreen outside on the corner.
It was handsome outside, it was pretty within.
The shelf shone like silver, the plates made of tin
cast a handsome reflection when the sunbeam shone in,
through the window above in the corner.
Each night by the fireside my mother would knit,
and close by her side my father would sit,
and the stories he'd tell when his doodeen was lit,
and he smoking away in the corner.
When supper was over the neighbours came in.
Each sat by the turf fire and roasted his shins,
while the boys and the girls they thought it no sin,
for to laugh and to chat in the corner.
When Jimmy the piper stepped in on the floor,
the boys and the girls all rushed to the door,
and 'twas out to the barn they brought him I'm sure,
and thatched him right up in the corner.
Those days are now gone, those times have passed by.
From morning to night I heave many's the sigh,
and my thoughts back again to old Erin do fly,
and that dear little cot in the corner.
Oh, father and mother I'll ne'er see you more,
for between you and me the the Atlantic does roar.
and I hope that we'll all meet in heaven, a stóir.
Farewell to the cot in the corner.