DESCRIPTION:
Sung by Margo O'Donnell
Written by Joe McShane, Joe Cullen and Margo O'Donnell
This is a true story of a fiddle maker and musician who emigrated to Chicago in the 1920's . In the picture is the original spring well in Fanad, Donegal.
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"He Played His Farewell Song"
Written by Joe Cullen, Joe McShane and Margo O'Donnell
Verse 1
By the grotto at the old spring well he sat down a while
With the fiddle he so cherished on his knee
Old tunes ran through his mind, as they would an exile
And the sweet notes floated gently to the sea
Verse 2
In his home close by the rocky shore, he feared he'd see no more
The breeze it seemed to whisper won't you stay
Departing from his kin, this new life to begin
Just another son of Ireland going away
Chorus
He played his farewell song and the birds all sang along
On that morning down beside the old mill stone
Put the fiddle in its case tears rolled down his Mothers face
Both their hearts were torn as he walked off alone
Verse 3
He landed in Chicago, with his fiddle and his bow
And each night he'd play the tunes of Ireland
He met and wed his sweet heart reared a family build a home
No more we'll ever shake that fiddlers hand
Chorus
We played his farewell song and the birds still sing along
Like that morning down beside the old mill stone
Put Dad's fiddle in its case as a tear rolled down my face
Now with heavy hearts we stand here all alone

Just a story of a fiddler, long ago