Chorus

Achuslageal mo chree, Won't you buy a box from me

And you'll have the prayers of Dan from Connemara,

I'll seil them cheap and low,

Buy a box before you go

From the poor old broken farmer Dan O'Hara.

In the year of sixty four I had acres by the score

And the grandest land you ever ran a plough through.

But the lancllord came you know and he laid our old home low,

So it's here I am today your brokenhearted.

Chorus

Achuslageal mo chree, . . .

For twenty years or more did misfortune cross our door.

And my poor old wife and I were sadly parted.

We were scattered far and wide and our children starved and died.

So it's here I am today you brokenhearted.

Chorus

Achuslageal mo chree, . . .

Tho' in frost and snow I stand sure the shadow of God's hand.

It lies warm about the brow of Dan O'Hara.

And soon with God above I will meet the ones I love,

And I'll find the joys I lost in Connemara.

Chorus