There'll be dancin' in front of the fireplace again,
In this house that I built out of stone.
When you came down the road with your trunk, from New York,
Did you think that the music was gone?
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Well, you gave this house life, when you came as my wife,
And the pipe, flute and fiddle they play.
The three reels and the Rambling Pitchfork of course,
As you stepped out the Old Sligo Maid.

If you come down by Boyle, take a left at the cross,
In the Parish of Corrigheen Row.
There's a house down the lane where the peoples refrain,
Sings of sadness at leaving Drumdore.
Chorus:-

Now the house it was closed and the memories froze,
But the ancestry's patient for them.
And the notes in the stones are passed on through their bones,
And I'm glad that there's music again.
Chorus:-

Song taken from a CD by one of Licolnshires finest Folk trios..."Cara"