The Old Turf Fire - Steeleye Span

Oh the old turf fire

And the hearth swept clean

There’s no-one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane

The baby in the cradle

You can hear it’s mammy say

Ah will you go to sleep alanna

While I wet your daddy’s tea

Now I’ve got a little house and land

As neat as it can be

You’ll never see the likes of it

This side of Lisnakea

No piano in the corner

And no pictures on the wall

But I’m happy and contented

In my little cottage hall

Now the man that I work for

Of noble blood is he

But somethin' I’ll be tellin' you

We never can agree

He has big towering mansions

He has castles great and tall

But I wouldn’t change the roof that crowns

My own cottage hall

Oh the old turf fire

And the hearth swept clean

There’s no-one so contented as myself and Paddy Keane

The baby in the cradle

You can hear it’s mammy say

Ah will you go to sleep alanna

While I wet your daddy’s tea

Round the old turf fire

Sit the old folk, bent with years

As they watch us trippin' lightly

They’re smilin' thro' their tears

So sadly they are dreaming

Of their youthful heart’s desire —

In those dear old days so long ago

Around the old turf fire