O'er the
altar fire and the hearth swept clean,
There is no one half so happy as myself and Paddy Keen.
With the baby in the cradle,
you could hear your mammy say,
Don't you go to sleep, Alanna,
till I wet your
dabby's tail.
Oh,
the man that I work for is a richer man than me,
But somehow in this world,
faith, we never can agree.
He has big towering mansions and castles over all,
But sure I wouldn't exchange
with him
my little marble hall.
I have got a little house and a tidy bit of land,
You will never see a better on the side
of Knock-Knock-Ran.
I've no piano in the corner and no pictures on the wall,
But I'm somehow quite
contented in my little marble hall.
There is no one half so happy as myself and Paddy Keen.
With the baby in the cradle,
you could hear your mammy say,
Wouldn't you go to sleep, Alanna,
till I wet your
daddy's tail?