My Dad used to sing this, he said he learned it from the "Tinkers" who would visit the village twice a year in his childhood. They repaired tin items and brass items as well as doing odd jobs for the farmers. My Grandparents house was where they often gathered together at night, playing violin and dancing. Dad loved those events of the year and had many stories which would be followed by this song. I love this version. Well done.👏👏
no such thing as travlers being a race.. there people who fly ✈ drive to destinations.. don't be trying to divide the Irish people the are all Irish Gaels all nomadic at one time you all bare Irish surnames those who don't aren't irish Gaels are Irish. Ireland for the Irish god bless 🇮🇪
