Letras
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Niall Gown next to me
Listen Niall, your apprentice has begun
The old man looked in the inglenook and wondered
His brother in a foreign land, he must remain
When telled about the life he'd choose
He'd choose where the other wain shoes
This motherland's a source of constant pain
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Niall Gown next to me
Listen Niall, your apprentice has begun
From Limerick I hear your music calling
In the outback still I heard your song
Living off a foreign field
With far more fish than the firn could yield
This trip will be my last and it won't be long
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Niall Gown next to me
Listen Niall, your apprentice has begun
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Niall Gown next to me
Listen Niall, your apprentice has begun
Listen Niall, your apprentice has begun
Listen Niall, your apprentice has begun