Johnnie from Spiddal, he practiced a fiddle
Since he was a tender young age
Such talent he held, his parents would tell
That he'd have a career on the stage
But like all wee lads, sometimes he was bad
And went off to play on the flats
Come home to a tub all covered in mud
And stinkin' of this and that
Na, na na na na, na, na
Na, na na na na, na, na
By the time he was 20, he had played plenty
But hardly had money for grub
Opportunities gone, he barely held on
Playing for drinks in a pub
The girls he'd beguile, the lads they would smile
And drop the occasional note
At closing he'd head off home to his bed
Stinkin' of whiskey and smoke
Na, na na na na, na, na-he was stinkin
Na, na na na na, na, na
He turned 25 and took a young bride
She told him she'd better to do
Then watch while her man kept no better plan
Than playing for bread and for brew
So he put down his bow and set out to troll
Where the money was better a touch
With the boat ridin' low, he'd come rollin' home
Stinkin' of herring and such
Na, na na na na, na, na
Na, na na na na, na, na
Now Johnny's retired and sits at the fire
And gathers grand-children about
On the odd special day, his fiddle he plays
And watches the boats going out
He's old and content, with money to spend
And they've both grown happy and fat
No more will he roam, just to come home
Stinkin' of this and that
Na, na na na na, na, na
Na, na na na na, na, na