In the winter of sixty one, when the snow came down The worst in forty years so they gathered their friends around A turf log on the fire and whiskey in the jar One lad on his fiddle and one on his guitar Young Dinny he would listen with his ear up to the door He knew just what was missing and he knew what he was for He went straight up to Walton's and put his money down On a great big box Bertoni the prettiest one in town Hey big box Dinny where'd you learn to play that thing? When the girls find out what you're all about Your gonna make 'em dance and sing Hey big box Dinny when you gonna come back home? Since the world found out what you're all about They can't leave you alone So he went off to see the world and he played for kings and queens One night found him in a club in the heart of New Orleans He swallowed all that music and he tasted Etouffe And after fifteen Mardi Gras, they new that he could play Well Dinny made some records with a swampy heart and soul From the delta of the Liffey he would let the good times roll Given everything a nine stone man could give to the black and white With his Irish squeezebox rock and roll they packed in every night