Vocals: Bruce Guthro
Words and music: Bruce Guthro
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 Ive 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, its 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 Ill 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 Id draw the bow across the strings, somehow Id set him free