Daddy Is Gone To The Fair Francis A Fahy 
Daddy´s gone off to the fair Just before daylight was peeping, O Daddy went off on the mare While his wee laddy was sleeping, O 
What will he bring from the fair? What will he bring for his laddy O? Fairin´s he bring on the mare Fairin´s for Mammy and Daddy O 
The best top they have in the town: And a whistle to set the house crazy O A stool by the fire to sit down When somebody´s sleepy and lazy O 
A ballad about Granuaile; A paper with all the grand news in it How Ireland is winning the day And how her ould enemy´s losing it. 
When he comes back from the fair Oh ´tis we will then have the merry go! He´ll hoist his boy up in the air And show him the shores of America. 
He´ll take him on top of his knee And trot him round Ireland and home again: Over the hills to Kilkee, And back by the boreen he´ll come again. 
He´ll call him his pet and his star As if no one loved him as well as he He´ll kiss him a thousand times o´er Til Mammy is dying with jealousy! 
Troth, it is the time he was here Lonesome and long you´ve been waiting him And here´s the potatoes so clear Asking us when we´ll be ating ´em. 
Arrah! Who is that out at the gate? Who is that calling for Paddy O? Let us run out or we´re late! Who´ll be the first to meet Daddy O  

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk