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My name it is Patsy Moloney From the hill tops near Mullinahone I'm in love with a sweet little colleen I hope soon to make her my own She lives with her father and mother In a cottage quite close to the mill And wherever in life I may wander I'll think of that darling spot still Chorus Put more turf on the fire Mary Ann For the weather is dreary and cold Throw down an ould sod Mary Ann We're both growing feeble and old And we'll talk of old times, Mary Ann And the trouble in life we've been through That have turned this world nearly upside down But never changed my love for you, Mary Ann But never changed my love for you Oh, Mary, and do you remember That night in the little boreen When I whispered the fond loving words dear Down by the purling stream And I watched the thick smoke curling up From your ould fellow's cabin close by Ah, Mary, my dear, be of good cheer And throw an ould sod on the fire Now let us be pleased and contented And hand down my good old duideen And we'll drink to your love and mine, dear In a good drop of Irish poteen And we'll talk of good days in old Ireland The days that we all do desire Ah, Mary, my dear, be of good cheer And throw an ould sod on the fire Written by Seamus Kavanagh |