Stopped travelling and settled down
Though me father kept a horse and cart
Oh we lived within the town
The people there misunderstood,
Nor did not know our ways,
So with a horse and car back on the road
To begin my travelling days
( 
a serious tune )
My father was called The Fiddler Dunne
& I’m a fiddler too
& though I often felt his fist
Sure he taught me all I knew
I know I’ll never be as good,
But for that I feel no shame,
For the other things my father taught,
I am proud to bear his name
He taught me pride and how to live,
Though the road is hard and long,
And how a man will never starve,
With a banjo, fiddle or song…
@TreatyStones - post up the Damo Dempsey version please.
And and how to fight for what I own,
And what I feel is right,
And how to camp beside a ditch on a stormy winters night
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@TreatyStones - post up the Damo Dempsey version please.[/QUOTE]
its Pecker Dunne or no one pal…
Pecker’s daughter is on the Saturday night show.
The anti traveller brigade on here won’t be happy to see a successful, educated member of the travelling community on tele, according to them there is no such thing
Found this letter when going through my Grandfathers stuff earlier
http://s28.postimg.org/47pfkzz31/pecker.jpg
Pecker Dunne,
Ireland
[QUOTE=“TreatyStones, post: 1048355, member: 1786”]Found this letter when going through my Grandfathers stuff earlier
http://s28.postimg.org/47pfkzz31/pecker.jpg
Pecker Dunne,
Ireland
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Why would he have been corresponding with peck?
They went dogging together.
[QUOTE=“TreatyStones, post: 1048355, member: 1786”]Found this letter when going through my Grandfathers stuff earlier
http://s28.postimg.org/47pfkzz31/pecker.jpg
Pecker Dunne,
Ireland
[/QUOTE]
Ya dirty thief, runt. Leave your grandad’s stuff alone.
They shared a hospital ward for a while and he would have been big into writing poetry and songs.
I lived beside a haltin site for few yrs in limerick and they are nothing but a dirty, thieving, horrible shower of fat cunts.