{"id":1934,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/the-tinkermans-daughter"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"the-tinkermans-daughter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/the-tinkermans-daughter\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tinkerman’s Daughter"},"content":{"rendered":"

Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n

The small birds were lining the bleak autumn branches
\nPreparing to fly to a far sunny shore
\nWhen the tinkers made camp at a bend in the river
\nReturning from the horse fair in Ballinsloe<\/p>\n

Now the harvest being o’er the farmer went walkin
\nAlong the Faele River that borders his land
\nAnd ’twas there he first saw her twixt firelight and water
\nThe tinkerman’s daughter, the red-headed Ann.<\/p>\n

Next morning he rose from a night without resting
\nHe went straight to the tinker and made himself known
\nAnd at a pub in Listowell they worked out a bargain
\nTo the tinker a pony, to the daughter a home<\/p>\n

Where the trees cast their shadows along the Faele River
\nThe tinker and the farmer they inspected the land
\nAnd a white gelding pony was the price they agreed on
\nFor the tinkerman’s daughter, the red-headed Ann.<\/p>\n

Now the wedding soon o’er the tinkers departed
\nThey were eager to travel on south down the road
\nBut the sound of the iron-shod wheels crunch on gravel
\nWas as bitter to her as the way she’d been sold<\/p>\n

But she tried hard to please him she did all his bidding
\nShe slept in his bed and she worked on the land
\nBut the walls of that cabin pressed tighter and tighter
\nAround the tinkerman’s daughter, the red-headed Ann.<\/p>\n

Now as white as the hands of a priest or the hangman
\nThe snow spread it’s blanket the next Christmas round
\nAnd the tinkerman’s daughter slipped out from her bedside
\nTurned her back to the land and her face to the town<\/p>\n

And it’s said someone saw her at dusk that same evening
\nShe was making her way out by Lyreacrompane
\nAnd that was the last that the settled folk saw her
\nThe tinkerman’s daughter, the red-headed Ann.<\/p>\n

When the north Kerry hills cut the Faele at Listowell
\nAt a farm on its banks lives a bitter old man
\nAnd he swears by the shotgun he keeps by his bedside
\nThat he’ll kill any tinker that camps on his land<\/p>\n

And yet, when he hears iron-shod wheels crunch on gravel
\nOr a horse in the shafts of a bright caravan
\nHis day’s work tormented, his night’s sleep demented
\nBy the tinkerman’s daughter, the red-headed Ann<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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