Dan Ohara

D A G D A Tis poor I am today for God gave and took away D G D And left without a home for Dan O'Hara G D In the frost and snow I stand, With my matches in my hand D G D But here I am today your broken hearted D A In the year of sixty four we had acres by the score D G D The grandest land a man could pull a plough through G D But the landlord came you know and he laid our home to low D G D And here I am today your broken-hearted D So Cushla gra mo craoi A Won't you buy a box from me D G D And have the prayers of Dan from Connemara. G Sure I'll sell them cheap and low D Buy a box before you go D G D From the broken-hearted farmer Dan O'Hara. D A And for twenty years or more did misfortune cross our door D G D My poor old wife and I were sadly parted G D We were scattered far and wide and our children starved and died D G D I was left without a home in Connemara D So Cushla gra mo craoi A Won't you buy a box from me D G D And have the prayers of Dan from Connemara. G Sure I'll sell them cheap and low D Buy a box before you go D G D From the broken-hearted farmer Dan O'Hara. D A Tho' in frost and snow I stand sure the shadow of God's hand D G D It lies warm around the brow of Dan O'Hara G D And so soon with God above I be with the ones I love D G D And i'll find the love I lost in Connemara D So Cushla gra mo craoi A Won't you buy a box from me D G D And have the prayers of Dan from Connemara. G Sure I'll sell them cheap and low D Buy a box before you go D G D From the broken-hearted farmer Dan O'Hara.