[[A7]Sure it's[D] poor I am today for God[E] gave and took a[A]way
And he[D] left without a home poor Dan O'[A]Har[D]a
With
these[G] matches in my hand in the[D] frost and snow I[A] stand
So it's[D] here I am today your broken[Em] hea[A]rte[D]d
In the year of sixty four I had acres by the score
And the grandest land you ever ran a plough through
But the
landlord came you know and he laid our old home low
So it's here I am today your broken-hearted
For twenty years or more did misfortune cross our door
And my poor old wife and I were parted
We were scattered
far and wide and our children starved and died
So it's here I am today your broken-hearted
Tho' in frost and snow I stand sure the shadow of God's hand
It lies warm about the brow of Dan O'Hara
And
soon with God above I will meet the ones I love
And I'll find the joys I lost in Connemara
