[Verse 1]
My family lived in Wexford town
Stopped travelling and settled down
Me father kept a horse and car
Though we lived within the town
The people there misunderstood
They did not know our ways
So with horse and cart, back on the road
I began my travelling days

[Verse 2]
My father was called the Fiddler Dunne
Now I'm a fiddler too
Although I often felt his fist
He taught me all he knew
I know I'll never be as good
And yet I feel no shame
For the other things my father taught
I am proud to bear his name

[Verse 3]
He taught me pride and how to live
Though the road is hard and long
And how a man will never starve
With a banjo, fiddle or song
And how to fight for what I own
And what I feel is right
And how to camp beside a ditch
On a stormy winter's night
[Verse 4]
Oh, times were good and times were bad
And people cruel and kind
But what I learned from people then
Has stayed within my mind
I'll honour friends with all my heart
Do for them all I can
But I learnt to go the road again
Where they scorn the traveler man

[Verse 5]
Wexford is a town I like
But the travelling man is scorned
But you must feel affection for
The town that you come frim
I know one day, that I'll go back
When my travelling days are done
And people will begin to wonder
What ever happened to the Pecker Dunne