Wexford [German translation]

My family lived in Wexford town, stopped travelling and settled down,

Though my father kept a horse and car, we lived within the town,

The people there misunderstood, or they did not know our ways,

So with horse and car, back on the road, I began my travelling days.

My father was called the Fiddler Dunne, and I'm a fiddler too,

But 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.

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 know is right,

And how to camp beside a ditch on a stormy winter's night.

Oh, times were good and times were bad, and people cruel and kind,

But what I learned of people then, has stayed within my mind,

I'll honour friends with all my heart, do for them all I can,

But I've learnt to go the road again, when they spurn the tinker man.

Oh, Wexford is a town I like, but the travelling man they scorn,

And a man must feel affection for the town where he was born,

I know one day, that I'll go back, when my travelling days are done,

And people will begin to wonder, what has happened to the Pecker Dunne.