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Intro

 All the wee birds were lining the bleak autumn branches

 Preparing to fly to a far sunny shore

 When the tinkers made camp at a bend in the river

 Coming back from the horse fair in Ballinasloe

 Now the harvest being over the farmer came walking

 All along the Faele River that bordered his land

 And 'twas there he first saw her twixt firelight and water

 The tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.

Next morning he rose from a night without resting

Went straight to her father and made his case known

In a pub in Listowel they worked out the bargain

For the tinker a pony, for the daughter a home

Where the trees peg their shadows along the Faele River

The tinker and the farmer inspected the land

And a white gelding pony was the price they agreed on

For the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.

The wedding soon over the tinkers departed

They were eager to travel on south down the road

But the crunch of the iron-shod wheels on the gravel

Was as bitter to her as the way she'd been sold

Yet she tried hard to please him she did all his bidding

She slept in his bed and she worked on his land

But the walls of that cabin pressed tighter and tighter

On the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.

As white as the hands of the priest or the hangman

The snow spread it's blanket the next Christmas round

When the tinkerman's daughter slipped out from the bedside

Turned her back on the land and her face to the town

It was said someone saw her at dusk that same evening

She was making her way out o'er Lyreacrompane

And that was the last time the settled folk saw her

The tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.

Where the north Kerry hills cut the Faele near Listowel

In a farm on its banks lives a bitter old man

And he swears by the shotgun he keeps at his bedside

That he'll kill any tinker who camps on his land

Yet whenever he hears iron-shod wheels crunch on gravel

Or a horse in the shafts of a bright caravan

Then his day's work's tormented, his night's sleep's demented

 By the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann

That is the key that Mickey sings it in, but you might find the chords a bit

easier taking it up 2 semi-tones and doing it in D, as follows: