Gaelic Storm beidh aonach amarach

There will be a fair tomorrow in County Clare
There will be a fair tomorrow in County Clare
There will be a fair tomorrow in County Clare
Who cares for me, I won't be there?
Dear mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Murnin oh, don't demand it.
You're not ten or eleven yet
You're not ten or eleven yet
You're not ten or eleven yet
When you're thirteen you'll be big.
My mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My mother oh, don't claim it.
I'd rather be my cobbler
I'd rather be my cobbler
I'd rather be my cobbler
Not an army officer in gold laces .
My mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My mother from , don't claim it.