Mad Pat-Horslips

Mad Pat - Horslips Mad Pat There was a country fiddler, A jester, a riddler, a joker, A singer of songs, In every town he passed He'd stop to help the dancing master Entertain his straw-rope-foot throng And from a green cloth on his back He'd take his fiddle And some goodbye snow Now singing high, now murmuring low Now in the middle with his magic bow And all the people would know. Mad Paddy's gone back on the road A wire string fiddle is his only load, He's kicking up turf everywhere he goes And he's on his own. From the houses all the people they stare At his Horslips and his emerald green hair You know he keeps on moving He just doesn't care When he's on his own. First he'll play a slow, slow air So fair, to drive away your cares And bring a magic sleep Then the pace will quicken As you burst out of your slumber And find yourself up on your feet But then his magic tune will change To something strange, there's something wrong What's going on. And through the tears you cry You'll look, you'll sigh, you'll feel like dying Cos the fiddler's gone Mad Paddy's moving on. Mad Paddy's gone back on the road A wire string fiddle is his only load He's kicking up turf everywhere he goes And he's on his own. In the corner there's a smile on his face His fancy is taking him to some distant place You know his tunes keep changing He can't keep the pace And he's on his own Mad Pat's on the road.