Push for PORTER

There's a cold and wintry breeze blowing
through the buddin' trees
and I've buttoned up my coat to keep me warm
But the days are on the mend
and I'm on the road again
With me fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm

I've a fine felt hat and a strong pair of brogues
I have rosin in me pocket for me bow
and my fiddle strings are new
and I've learned a tune or two
So I'm well prepared to ramble, I must go

I'm as happy as a king,
when I catch a breath of Spring
and the grass is turning green as winter ends
and the Geese are on the wing,
as the Thrushes start to sing
and I'm headed down the road to see my friends

I have friends in every town
as I ramble up and down
Makin' music at the markets and the fairs
to the Dunphies and the Friels
and the farmers makin deals
and the Yellow-headed tinker sellin' wares

Here's a health to one and all,
to the big and to the small
to the rich and poor alike and foe and friend
And when we return again,
may our foes have turned to friends
And may peace and joy be with you until then