West Bay Road

O my name is William MacDonnell, I have come across the sea
 I am no handsome man of wealth, nor do I plan to be
 But I've a treasure fit for kings, and beggars all the same
 And she comes with me wherever I go, sometimes she calls my name
 My father worked his life away, diggin' for the coal
 To the central lowlands every day, with shovel he would go
 And he left for me the only thing, he felt he had twas fine
 It is my pride and joy,
 it's yours now boy read the note he left behind
 No apple falls far from a tree, now I pass this fiddle down to thee
 Hold it near your heart and soul, and let your passions guide your bow
 And when the music sweet does play, know I'll be not far away
 Though my body lies down with the coal, my spirit lies for you to hold
 In the fiddle and bow
 So with fiddle strapped upon my back I set out to see new lands
 I have lived a wild and rovin' life, played to meek and grand
 And to all I played with all I had and I could not help believe
 When I'd draw the bow across the strings, somehow I'd set him free