The Fiddler Of Dooney Songtext
von William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innesfree
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee
And live alone in the bee-loud glade
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow
Dropping from the veils of the morning, to where the cricket sings
There midnight′s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow
And evening full of the linnet's wings
I will arise and go now, for always, night and day
I hear lake-water lapping, with low sounds by the shore
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey
I hear it in the deep heart′s core
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney
Folk dance like a wave of the sea
My brother is priest in Kilvarnet
My cousin in Muckravee I passed my brother and cousin
They read in their books of prayer
I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair
When we come, at the end of time
To Peter sitting in state
He will smile on the three old spirits
But call me first through the gate
For the good are always the merry
Save by an evil chance
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance
And when the folk-fairs spy me
They will all come up to me
With 'Here is the fiddler of Dooney!'
And dance like a wave of the sea