You have travelled this country over,
From Cork to Donegal,
You have slept in sheds and barns
Often beneath a wall.

Your life is full of music,
Ballads by the score,
When the people hear them,
They always ask for more.

You have played at wakes and weddings,
Every country fair,
Where the ball is flying
You always will be there.

So PECKER from your listeners,
We thank you for the thrill,
Your music is like sunshine,
On a distant darkened hill.