The Blind Fiddler

I lost my eyes in the blacksmith shop

In the year of fifty-six

While dusting out a t-flange

Which was out of fix

It bounded from the tongs

And there concealed my doom

I am a blind fiddler

And far from my home

I've been to San Francisco

I've been to Dr Lane

He operated on one o' my eyes

But nothing could he gain

He told me that I'd never see

And it's no use to mourn

I am a blind fiddler

And far from my home

I have a wife and three little ones

Dependin' now on me

To share all my troubles

Whatever they may be

I hope that they'll be careful

While I'm compelled to roam

I am a blind fiddler

And far from my home