My name is Sean O'Flaherty    And a story I will tell    Come gather round, quiet down    And so you hear it well       Listen for patience    As I sing this song    For my voice it is weak    And my drink it is strong       My father played the accordian    A passion in his hands    To end the day, he'd sit and play    The music of his land       He played it to forget    And he played to recall    He played for his family    But for me most of all       He said, "Sean come and listen"    "To what I have to say"    "The time has come for you, my son"    "To learn how to play"       "My hands have grown tired"    "I've counted my moons"    "So please take my instrument"    "With it take my tune"       The music, it was brilliant    The music, it was grand    The instrument would dance around    Alive in my hands       And I played it to forget    And I played to recall    I played this old instrument    For my father most of all       In the cold month of January    My father passed away    And in that time, I came to find    The music hard to play       But troubled I was not    With a drink in my hand    For it's easy to forget    When it's hard just to stand       So I brought my old accordian    To the pub as if to play    But I pass it far, across the bar    My drinking for to pay       You can drink to forget    You can drink to recall    But I'll drink to this old instrument    That hangs on the wall