lyrics: mist of the irish sky – tammy o’shea

cd: Mist of the Irish Sky

track 9: Tammy O’Shea

When I came a calling
On Tammy O’ Shea
Her Da said don’t court her
And he bid me away
She won’t cross her parents
Nor would I want her to
I see before me
What I’ve got to doChorus

Oh Tammy O, Oh Tammy ah
I’ll win the hearts
Of your Ma and your Da
I’ll love their daughter
Til my dying day
Oh Tammy O
Lovely Tammy O’ Shea

I’ll weed her mum’s garden
Bring sod for the fire
Carry her parcels
I’ll never tire
And when I come courtin’
My hat in my hand
I’ll have ’em thinkin’
No finer young man

Chorus

At mass Sunday mornings
They’ll always see me
Holding the door
For me in-laws to be
And I won’t be seen
At the pubs in the town
Cause I can’t be tarnished
If I’m not around

Chorus

I’ll work at my living
I’ll save what I earn
And I won’t go spending
At every turn
And when I buy Tammy
A fine band of gold
Then they will welcome me
Into the fold

Chorus