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• Artiste: Jack Hardy
• Titre: Síar Ón Ndaingean (west Of Dingle)
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síar ón nDaingean she took off her rings to play on the fiddle, to hear the night sing her song was of leaving and leaving no more of leaving tomorrow all at the church door one ring was from the lover she never would know one from the grandmother whose fiddle she holds one ring was from a faery rath in filigreed gold one ring just for wishing her future her own (chorus:) síar ón nDaingean is as west as you can go to the west only ameriky and the silkies below and your fiddle will not carry you over the deep but síar ón nDaingean is where she shall be her dark eyes darted as her fingers flew fast on the ebony fingerboard as if it could last as if the cracked old varnish 'gainst the bone white cheek could carry all her anguish her soul to keep "you'll be back" he told her "you've come back before" but this time she would not though the words they still tore through the strings of her heart and the sound of the sea "you love your damn fiddle more than you love me" (repeat chorus) "Saint Brandon preserve us" as she looked to the sea and "please don't desert us" as she passed through Trá Lí through the Sliabh Mis onto Abhainn an Scáil through An Daingean by dawn on the cliffs of Dún Chaoin paused to play one last song (repeat chorus)