Lyrics
Sure it's poor I am today
For God gave and took away
And he left no home for poor ol' Dan O'hara
With these matches in me hand
In the frost and snow I stand
So it's here I am today so brokenhearted
Oh, a chusla geal mo chroi
Won't you buy a box from me
And you'll have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
I'll sell them cheap and low
Buy a box before you go
From the brokenhearted farmer Dan O'hara
In the year of '64 I had acres by the score
The finest land you ever ran a plow through
But the landlord came, you know
And he laid the old home low
So it's here I am today so brokenhearted
Oh, a chusla geal mo chroi
Won't you buy a box from me
And you'll have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
I'll sell them cheap and low
Buy a box before you go
From the brokenhearted farmer Dan O'hara
Though in the frost and snow I stand
Sure the shadow of God's hand
Lies warm upon the brow of Dan O'hara
And soon with God above
I will meet the ones I love
And I'll find the joys I had in Connemara
Oh, a chusla geal mo chroi
Won't you buy a box from me
And you'll have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
I'll sell them cheap and low
Buy a box before you go
From the brokenhearted farmer Dan O'hara
Oh, a chusla geal mo chroi
Won't you buy a box from me
And you'll have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
I'll sell them cheap and low
Buy a box before you go
From the brokenhearted farmer Dan O'hara