Notes:

• “Bonnie Boy” by Poitin from an upcoming album due out in summer of 2010
• “Twa Corbies” by Marc Gunn from Happy Songs of Death
• Sherwood Forest Faire

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Notes:

• Happy Songs of Death produced by Ari Koinuma
• The Bridge produced by Rich Brotherton
• Upcoming shows at Sherwood Forest Faire
• Guest of Honor at I-Con and MidSouthCon
• Louisiana House Concert
• Music from Al Grierson “The Zephyr (Take It Slow)” from Things That Never Added Up To Me

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Notes:

• “Johnny Jump Up” by The Bilge Pumps from We Don’t Know
• from Happy Songs of Death
• Louisiana Renaissance Festival
• “Sailor’s Prayer” by The Bilge Pumps from We Don’t Know

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Notes:

• “Johnny Jump Upl” by Marc Gunn from Happy Songs of Death
• “William” by Vicki Swan and Jonny Dyer from Gleowein
• “I Got Laid on James Joyce’s Grave” by Black 47 from Trouble in the Land
• Irish & Celtic Music Podcast
• Celtic Invasion Vacations (next up Scotland)
• Upcoming Events: Celtic Invasion of Ireland, Islington Folk Club, and the Louisiana Renaissance Festival.

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Notes:

• “Whiskey, You’re the Devil” by Marc Gunn from Happy Songs of Death
• Summer Tour Review.
• “Bobby Casey’s/Boy in the Gap” by Cady Finlayson from Irish Coffee
• Upcoming Events: GenCon, DragonCon, Celtic Invasion of Ireland, MileHiCon, Vampire Ball, and the Louisiana Renaissance Festival.
• Folkways Podcast
• Irish Song Lyrics
• Renaissance Festival Music Idea
• Benefiting cats – Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers
• A Message of Giving
• “Open” by Serious Kitchen from Tig

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Notes:

• New CD: Live at the Cactus Cafe: Cat Songs and Celtic Music
• Email me your comments. slainte [at] marcgunn [dot] com
• Pub Songs Podcast
• Celtic Invasion Vacations. The first trip to Italy was a smashing success. The next one to Ireland is planned for this September. Don’t miss out!
• The Pub Songs Podcast is now a proud member of Far Point Media who produce such great shows as Slice of Sci Fi and DragonPage.
• Song: “Red, Red, and Black” by Marc Gunn from Happy Songs of Death
• Check out Andrew McKee’s new band Flynn’s Folly. They have a new CD coming out soon.
• Happy Songs of Death background. Where did it come from? Why is it so important to Marc. Sponsor the CD by pre-ordering a copy now.
• The passing of Michael Younger, formerly of The Bilge Pumps.
• Swan Songs. A non-profit that brings music to people passing from life into death.
• Listener Feedback
• Song:  ”Isn’t It Grand, Boys?” by Marc Gunn from Happy Songs of Death
• Download a Free CD by Marc Gunn called Confessions of a Celtic Music Junkie
• Marc Gunn’s Summer Tour
• Song: ”Little William” by Vicki Swan & Jonny Dyer from Gleowein
• Buy Me A Pint! Sponsor the podcast.

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Notes:

• “St. Patrick Never Drank” by Marc Gunn from The FuMP
• Best of the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast
• Live at the Cactus Cafe. CD Release for Whiskers in the Jar.
• Beyond the Sea and Bobby Darin.
• Rich Brotherton
• 4th Annual Renaissance Festival Awards Winners Announced
• “For My Grandfathers” by Terry Griffith from For My Grandfathers
• Baccanal Birthday Bash
• Creative Commons
• Post Live Shows on Archive.org -Marc Gunn Live at Salerno, Italy.
• -Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers.
• Happy Songs of Death Update
• Music on Creative Commons
• “Sweeney’s Buttermilk” by FIMM from from Roiboos e Disappunti

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Notes:

• Heart’s Ease Now On Sale

Songs

1. “Irish Rover“
2. “A Drop of Nelson’s Blood“
3. “Beer, Beer, Beer“
4. “Won’t You Come With Me“
5. “Jug of Punch“
6. “Clementine Blues”
7. “Loch Lomond“
8. “Pleasant Peasant Pheasant Plucking Song“
9. “Waxies Dargle“
10. “Catnipped Kitty“
11. “The Leprechaun“
12. “Don’t Go Drinking With Hobbits“
13. “Monahan’s Mudder’s Milk”

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Notes:

• Back from the Road
• Studio plans for Happy Songs of Death
• Show at Things Celtic
• “The Ballad of Steve” by Paolo Garbanzo
• Show your excitement
• Four Hour Work Week
• Mur Lafferty presents “The Take Over”
• Dead Like Me on DVD, “Life After Death” out Feb 17, 2009
• Red Dwarf goes called “Back to Earth”.
• “Heart’s Ease” from Heart’s Ease, Pre-Order the CD Now

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Notes:

• “Streams of Whiskey” by Patrick’s Head from Arse Biscuits!
• How I Fell in Love with Cats and Celtic Music
• “Jasper Tabby Kitty Cat-y” by Marc Gunn from Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers
• Cat Drinking Songs
• Irish Drinking Songs
• Upcoming Gigs: Texas, MarsCon, AggieCon, I-Con, StarFest, and some additional thoughts for the future.
• Things Celtic – Celtic Gifts
• Flynn’s Folly
• Pub Songs Podcast featured on “100 Fascinating Celtic Culture, Language & Lit Blogs“.
• Demand Marc Gunn on Eventful. 20-30 people and I will travel to you!
• “Heart’s Ease” by Marc Gunn from Heart’s Ease

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Notes:

• “Gypsy Rover” by Marc Gunn from Irish Drinking Songs
• Sunset Connoisseurs Society
• Sunrise and Sunset Calculator
• Celtic Invasion Vacations – Italy
• “It Was Good for You Too.” by Marian Call from Got to Fly
• Podcasts featuring my music: Knitter with Critters, That Blue Jeans Guy, Much To Do About Nothing, Paquines Son Comics, Kid Dogg Show, Truth and Hope
• I-Con Booked!
• Background behind Happy Songs of Death
• “La Pulce D’acqua” by Angelo Branduardi from La Pulce D’acqua
• Feedback Requested for 2008
• Rambling Over a Pint – Listener Feedback
• Autoharp Quarterly
• “The Mage of Mirth” by Marc Gunn from unnamed autoharp CD
• PROMO: Wander Radio

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Notes:

• Snow in Louisiana
• Hurt hand update
• “Oro Se Do Bheatha Bhaile” by MacTalla Mor from The New Colossus
• Celtic Christmas Music Special for Irish & Celtic Music Podcast
• Feedback for Pub Songs Podcast?
• “Christmas Elf Conscription Song” by Marc Gunn
• Philosophy of Stage Shows at Renaissance Festivals
• “Bottom of the Punchbowl Set” by Banshee in the Kitchen from Into the Light

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• Taking a Computer break to let my hands heal. They’re feeling better.
• Moving to New Orleans at the end of October
• Running the Podcast Track for the Browncoat Ball
• The Signal Podcast
• One box a day
• Need to re-record the Renaissance Festival Podcast #101
• Make a demand
• Elysium Show on Friday the 27th

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• “Beer, Beer, Beer“
• Get Marc Gunn’s EP CD for Free
• “Wild Mountain Thyme“
• Brobdingnagian Bards Breakup and Plans for the Future
• Moving to New Orleans
• “A Lil Bit O’Love”
• What Color Is Your Podcast?
• Backup vocals for Monahan’s
• “Monahan’s Mudders Milk“

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• “Don’t Go Drinking With Hobbits” from What Color Is Your Dragon?
• “The Lusty Young Sith” from What Color Is Your Dragon?
• “Monahan’s Mudders Milk“
• MarcSongs’s Podcast
• Nikki O’Shea of Dragon Press Graphics
• Real Men Wear Kilts
• Podcasts: Irish & Celtic Music Podcast, Renaissance Festival Podcast, Marc Gunn’s Pub Songs Podcast, A Brobdingnagian Minute, Cat Lovers Podcast

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• “Isn’t It Grand, Boys?” by Marc Gunn from Going for Brogue: Irish Pub Songs and Sea Shanties with an Accent
• Happy Songs of Death
• “Molly Malone” by Leza Mesiah from The Moor Of Dundee – Best of the British Ballads
• “Molly Malone… The Cat’s Perspective/Planxty Hewlett” from Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers
• Dead Like Me
• 100 Things to Do Before You Die
• “Open” by Serious Kitchen from Tig!

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• Live commentary from Gougane Barra, Ireland
• “Barrett’s Privateers”
• “Skye Boat Song”
• “Fiddler’s Green” from Irish Drinking Songs: The Cat Lover’s Companion
• “Parting Glass” from Soul of a Harper
• Crazy lambs
• The fine taste of Murphy’s Draught and comparing Guinness
• John Wilmott of Celtic Ways
• “Rose, Rose, Rose Red”

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• “The King Of Ballyhooley” by Chuckawalla Rhythm Kings from No Bedrolls Or Backpacks
• Thoughts on naming bands and marketing them
• Renaissance Festival Podcast and Awards
• The Dubliners’ Tabby Cats
• 4 Irish Whiskey
• “Captain Black Jack” Murphy’s Irish Stout
• Poitin Irish Music
• “Whiskers in the Jar” by Marc Gunn from Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers

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• “Come Out Ye Black and Tans“
• “Paddy McCullough“
• “Ye Jacobites By Name“
• “Old Dun Cow“
• “A Lil Bit o’Love”
• “Fields of Athenrye”
• “Harvest Home/The Butterfly”
• “What Shall We Do With a Catnipped Kitty“
• “Maid Went to the Mill“
• “Big Strong Man“
• “My Darling Clementine”
• “Jedi Drinking Song Prequel“
• “Don’t Go Drinking With Hobbits“

Notes:

• Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers: Whiskers in the Jar
• Michelle Hedden, guest bodhran player

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• “The Secret” by The Pierces from Thirteen Tales Of Love And Revenge
• Pump Up the Volume
• Podsafe Music Network
• What I Love About Valentine’s Day
  
• A Tribute to Love
• “Bobby Casey’s/Boy in the Gap” by Cady Finlayson from Irish Coffee

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1. “What Shall We Do With a Catnipped Kitty” by Marc Gunn from More Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers

Notes:

• Adopt a copy of More Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers
• Rich Brotherton, producer for the CD
• Ed Miller
• The latest news about the CD

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1. “I Saved the Planet Earth” by Marc Gunn from What Color Is Your Dragon?
2. “A Drop of Nelson’s Blood” by Captain Black Jack Murphy from Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse

Notes:

• Goals for 2008
• MarcSongs Podcast
• Irish and Celtic Music Podcast
• Renaissance Festival Podcast
• The Fump
• Dr. Demento
• Thing-A-Week Podcast
• Productivity working from home
• A Tribute to Love

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• Louisiana Renaissance Festival
• Marrus
  
• Car accident in Louisiana
• “Lrrring in Nevermind”
• Experimentation with the autoharp
• Upcoming CD: fairy-inspired CD, Renaissance Festival Compilation CD

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1. “The Mining Ship the Red Dwarf” from Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers
2. “Jedi Drinking Song Prequel” from LIVE: Nex Monoceroti, Per Risibus
3. “A Rabbit for Halloween” from Three Movie and TV Films for Geeks Like Me
4. “Middle Earth Bragging Song” from Soul of a Harper
5. “The Psychopathic Chronic, Schizophrenic Gollum Blues” from Memories of Middle Earth
6. “Don’t Go Drinking with Hobbits“
7. “She Said Her Name Was Saffron” from Three Movie and TV Films for Geeks Like Me
8. “Hero of Canton“
9. “Angel’s Lament” from Brobdingnagian Fairy Tales
10. “I Saved the Planet Earth“
11. “Harry Potter and the Rising of the Moon“
12. “Jedi Drinking Song” from Brobdingnagian Fairy Tales

Notes:

• Solo show at Elyisum
• Fandoms covered: Red Dwarf, Star Wards, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Dr.
  Who, Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Bugs Bunny and Firefly!
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants
• If you enjoy the show, please buy CDs, MP3s, swag or make a donation. Support independent music!

1. “Jug of Punch“
2. “The Gosling Reborn“
3. Name That Tune 1
4. Name That Tune 2
5. “Loch Tay“
6. Name That Tune 3

Notes:

• Camisano: Speaking Italian, Busking in Italy
• Venezia: Shopping on the Rialto, Cat masks, Italian women, Piazza di San Marco, Don’t feed the pigeons, Palazzo Ducale, Bridge of Sighs
• Terni: Franco Bordoni, Terni History Lesson, Irish session outside of Terni, Vacation Tour of Italy
• Roma: Lucrezia Testa Iannilli, Biuti, Beauty, Tea and Spa, Hammam Turkish Bath

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• The difference between Coca Cola in the U.S. and Europe: High Fructose Corn Syrup
• Podcasting in Shannon Airport
• Building a sense of community in a vacation tour
• Drinking mead in Bunratty Castle
• Liam Murray, tour guide extraordinaire of CIE
• Stumbling over to Durty Nelly’s
• Don’t Quit Your Day Job!
• Irish accents
• Ahh, the ArtWork!
• Marketing “Danny Boy” in Ireland, my version of “Danny Boy“, and Black 47’s “Danny Boy”
• The Shortt Drinking Game
• Ancient Buildiings, Blarney, and Tipping in Ireland

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• Brobdingnagian Bards Podcast
• Taking LOTS of pictures at the Cliffs of Moher
• Jamming in Blarney and being recognized!
• Life of a folk musician
• Our Next Tour of Ireland: History, Legends, and Lore
• Tour of Scotland, too?

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• Wandering through Dublin
• John Wilmott with Celtic Ways
• Visiting Tara, Home of the Irish Kings of Old
• High King’s Chair
• Fairie Trees
• Drinking Guinness
• Staying in a Dublin hostel
• Lughnasadh
• Jamming with Claire Roche

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1. “The Naughty Kitty”
2. “Wild Rover/Wild Kitty“
3. “Star of the County Down“
4. “A Fairy Story“
5. “Old Dun Cow“
6. “Donald Where’s Your Drunken Scotsman?”
7. “Old Fenian Gun“
8. “Johnny Jump Up“
9. “Irish Ballad“
10. “Harry Potter and The Rising of the Moon“
11. “Jedi Drinking Song“
12. “The Mining Ship the Red Dwarf“
13. “Wild Mountain Thyme“

Notes:

• CDs from A Faire to Remember, Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers, LOVE! A Valentine’s Day Gift, Brobdingnagian Fairy Tales, A Collection of Irish Pub Songs, and Real Men Wear Kilts
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants
• NEW: Buy the individual MP3s of the show

• “Beer, Beer, Beer” by Brobdingnagian Bards from The Holy Grail of Irish Drinking Songs
• “The Gosling Reborn” by Marc Gunn on the autoharp
• “American Beer” by Seamus Kennedy from A Smile and A Tear
• “Open” by Serious Kitchen from “Tig”

Notes:

• Pump Up the Volume
• Leonard Cohen
• Austin Celtic Association
• Austin Celtic Meetup and Building Community
• Brobdingnagian Bards Podcast
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants

Beer, Beer, Beer
words and music Traditional

A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he’s filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Curtis bar, the James’ Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie’s beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O’clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5

A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he’s filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Lord bless Charlie Mops!

The Gosling Reborn
words and music Marc Gunn

Like a mystical swan from Avalon
My heart erupts from the myst across glassy waters,
Gliding in holy ascension
From the macabre of past disappointment
Into a New World
Of Chivalric Songs,
Set in new, unimaginable landscapes,
Encapsulated with enchanting trees
And a more enchanting lady.

She’s like the gosling reborn
As a phoenix to the experience
Of lifting her head from the ashes,
A new magical life perched on a swollen birch
Singing to the glory of Serendipity and answered prayers,
Like a zephyr we launch into the light
Of the dawning day
Our backs to the cloudy walls of uncertainty.

American Beer
words and music unknown (possibly Seamus Kennedy)

I was having a jar in Pat Flannagan’s bar,
T’was only last Saturday night.
When in walked a chap from a U.S. coach tour,
The kind you can tell by sight.
He stepped up to Flannagan tending the bar
And pulling some pints as he should.
As he slapped a rude hand on the counter he yelled,
“Hey, Barkeep! Gimme a Bud!”

“Young fellow, you’re drinking in Ol’Ireland now,
And we have no American brew.
We’ve got Guinness and Murphy’s and Beamish and Harp
And I might find a Smithwick’s or two.”
The tourist responded and still much too loud,
“You ain’t got a Bud? Well, up yours!
Guess I’ll have to make do with the second best then,
So Barkeep, make it a Coors!”

Well Flannagan’s really a patient old man
And quietly he explained,
Once again about porters and lagers and ales,
Although his composure was strained.
“I’m tellin’ ye lad we’ve no Bud or no Coors,
No Miller, no Red Dog, or Schlitz.”
The American sat there becoming enraged.
I thought he was going to have fits.

“Then gimme whatever’s the closest you’ve got
To American beer,” he rants.
So Flannagan cheerfully picked up a glass
And sauntered right into the gents.
He pulled on the chain, dipped the glass in the bowl
And came back all done in plain sight.
This is close as we get to American beer.
Be glad I flushed, now it’s a light.

1. “The Braes of Killiecrankie” from Soul of a Harper
2. “Black Velvet Band” from The Holy Grail of Irish Drinking Songs
3. “The Ring of Hope” from Memories of Middle Earth
4. “What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty”
5. “Jock Stuart (A Man Who Wears A Kilt Every Day)“
6. “Men of a Harlech”
7. “Star of the County Down“
8. “God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman”
9. “The Virgin Diet“
10. “Hero of Canton“
11. “Wild Mountain Thyme“

Notes:

• Show your support for the Pub Songs Podcast. Tip the Pub Songs Podcast or buy some my Celtic CDs! Make a submission for Improv song. Post in the comments below.
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants
• Marc Gunn’s Livejournal
• The Dubliners Tabby Cats
• What Are House Concerts? Host a house concert with Marc Gunn this December.
• The Signal Podcast
• Firefly
• Cat Show and House Concert in Portland
• Mage Studios

What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty)
(parody of “What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor”)
words and music traditional

What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
Ear-laye in the morning

Meow meow. Away he pounces.
Meow meow. Away he pounces.
Meow meow. Away he pounces.
Ear-laye in the morning

A few different verses:

Blow some bubbles and watch him chase them

Touch him on the back and watch him jump high
Pry him off your bleeding shoulders

Put him in his cat bed till he’s sober
Put him there again when he jumps out

Put him in the bed of your sleeping father
You should’ve seen your sleeping father
He screamed like your little sister
Your dad jumped up on top of the bed post

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
words and music traditional

God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan’s power
When we were gone astray

O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn

From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.

“Fear not then,” said the Angel,
“Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan’s power and might.”

The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.

And when they came to Bethlehem
Where our dear Saviour lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His Mother Mary kneeling down,
Unto the Lord did pray.

Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.

1. “Star of the County Down”
2. “Lish Young Buy-A-Broom“
3. “Lord of the Pounce“
4. “La Fiera del’Este”
5. “Loch Tay”
6. “The Pleasant Peasant Pheasant Plucking Song“
7. “Another Lonely Night“
8. “Eleanor Plunkett”
9. “I Saved The Planet Earth (Dr. Who)”
10. “The Mermaid“
11. “The Parting Glass“

Notes:

• Show your support for the Pub Songs Podcast. Make a Donation to Marc Gunn or buy some my Celtic CDs! Make a submission for Improv song. Post in the comments below.
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants
• Brobdingnagian Bards
• Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers
• Oklahoma Renaissance Festival
• Kansas City Renaissance Festival
• Clannad music
• Mage Records

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• “Bonnie Ship the Diamond” by Captain Black Jack Murphy from An Interview With A Pirate
• “The Mermaid” by Captain Black Jack Murphy from An Interview With A Pirate
• “Isn’t It Grand, Boys?” by Captain Black Jack Murphy from An Interview With A Pirate

Notes:

• Setting the Record Straight About Pirates
• Live From A Pub CD
• The Captain’s Red Shirt
• Business Seminar for Individuals Seeking Advancement in Privateering
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants

Bonnie Ship the Diamond
words and music traditional

The Diamond is a ship, my lads
For the Davis Strait we’re bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonnie lasses ’round
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, my lads
Nor darkness dims the sky

For it’s cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-hunting for the whale

Along the quay at Peterhead
The lasses stand aroon
Wi’ their shawls all pulled around them
And the saut tears runnin’ doon
Don’t you weep, my bonnie wee lass
Though you be left behind
For the rose will grow on Greenland’s ice
Before we change our mind

Here’s a health to the Resolution
Likewise the Eliza Swan
Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose
And the Diamond, ship of fame
We wear the trousers o’ the white
The jackets o’ the blue
When we get back to Peterhead
We’ll hae sweethearts enou’

It will be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come hame
Our ship full up with oil, my lads
And money to our name
We’ll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead sing
“Hushabye, my dear”

The Mermaid
words and music traditional, additional lyrics Marc Gunn

Twas Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain, he spied a lovely mermaid
With a comb and a glass in her hand

O the ocean’s waves will roll
And the stormy winds will blow
While we poor sailors go skipping to the top
And the landlubbers lie down below (below, below)
And the landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
And a brave old man was he,
He said, “This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom:
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!” chorus

And up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a well-spoken man was he
I have me a wife in Salem by the sea
And tonight she a widow will be

And up spoke the cookie of our gallant ship
And a red hot cookie was he
Saying I care much more for my pots and my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea

Then up spoke the cabinboy, of our gallant ship
And a nasty little lad was he.
I’m not quite sure I can spell “mermaid”
But I’m going to the bottom of the sea.

Then up spoke the cannibal who snuck aboard our ship
And a hungry mad invader was he
You can drown right now beneath the cold ocean waves
Or you can be dinner for three, your choice

Then up spoke the parrot of our gallant ship
And a smartarse parrot was she
Brawk, you’re going to drown, your going to drown, Brawk
And flew to the shore for her safety

Then three times around went our gallant ship
And three times around went she
Three times around went our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea

Isn’t It Grand, Boys?
words and music traditional

Look at the coffin with golden handles
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Let’s not have a sniffle,
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live,
The sooner you’ll bloody well die

Look at the preacher, bloody sanctimonious
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the choir boys, bloody castrati
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the widow, bloody great female
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the mourners, bloody great hippocrites
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the flowers, all bloody wilted
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the tombstone, bloody great boulder
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the whiskey, in buckets and bottles
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

• “Whiskey, You’re the Devil” by Bruno’s Boys from Last Call
• “Monkeys Over Mongolia” by Marc Gunn from unavailable
• “Tam Lin” by Nick Hennessey from Of Fire, Wind and Silver Stream

Notes:

• Brobdingnagian Bards – Irish, Folk & Celtic Music in Texas
• MiddleFaire, Hillsboro, Texas
• Bedlam Bards
• Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers
• How to Successfully Start Up and Promote a Renaissance Festival
• EzineDirector.com – Manage Your Mailing Lists
• Queen Anne’s Lace and “Infidelity”
• The Village Idiot’s Guide to Renaissance Festivals
• The Next Renaissance Festival CD
• The Holy Grail of Irish Drinking Songs
• The Limeybirds
• Bards Crier Music Marketing Ezine
• Irish & Celtic Music Podcast: Celtic Men & Celtic Women
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants

Whiskey, You’re the Devil
words and music traditional

Whiskey, you’re the devil, you’re leadin’ me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You’re sweeter, stronger, decenter, you’re spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you’re my darlin’ drunk or sober

Oh, now, brave boys, we’re off to march
And off to Portugal and Spain
The drums are beating, the banners flying,
The devil ahome will ye come tonight
Love, fare thee well,
With me tiddley idle doobie da be da
Me tiddley idle doobie da be da,
Me right full toor a laddie
Oh! There’s whiskey in the jar.

The French are fighting proudly,
Men dying hot and couldly
Gives ev’ry man his flask of powder,
Love, fare thee well,
With me tiddley idle doobie da be da
Me tiddley idle doobie da be da,
Me right full toor a laddie
Oh! There’s whiskey in the jar.

Said the mother: “Do not wrong me,
Don’t take me daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you,
And after death me ghost will haunt you
Love, fare thee well,
With me tiddley idle doobie da be da
Me tiddley idle doobie da be da,
Me right full toor a laddie
Oh! There’s whiskey in the jar.

Monkeys Over Mongolia
words and music Marc Gunn

There’s an airplane over Mongolia
Mongolia, Mongolia
There’s an airplane over Mongolia
And I don’t know why it’s gone.

Some monkeys hijacked that airplane
Oh that airplane, yes that airplane
Some monkeys hijacked that airplane
And they’re flying it straight from Spain

Through the wind and the snow and violent rain
The violent rain, the greenish rain
Through the wind and the snow and violent rain
That blew from an elephant’s brain.

As the airplane crashes down outside
Yes, down outside, oh down outside
As the airplanes crashes down outside
They whistle su-i-cide… is dangerous

Mongolia, Mongolia
There’s an airplane over Mongolia
And I don’t know why it’s gone.

Tam Lin
words and music traditional

Oh, I forbid you maidens all
That wear gold in your hair
To come or go by Carterhaugh
For young Tam Lin is there, is there,
For young Tam Lin is there.

For there’s none that go by Carterhaugh
But they leave him a pledge
They either leave their mantles green
Or else their maidenhead, it’s said,
Or else their maidenhead.

Fair Janet’s tied her kirtle green
A bit above her knee
And she has gone to Carterhaugh
As fast as go can she, can she,
As fast as go can she.

And she hadn’t pulled a single rose,
A rose but only one
Well up then came a tall young man
Says “Lady, pull no more, no more,
Oh, Lady, pull no more.”

“How dare you pull a rose,” he says,
“How dare you break the tree
And how dare you come to Carterhaugh
Without command from me, from me,
Without command from me.”

“Carterhaugh, it is my own.
My father gave it to me.
And I’ll come and go”, young Janet says,
“And ask no leave of thee, of thee,
Oh, I’ll ask no leave of thee.”

Well he’s taken her by the waist so small
Down to where the grass grows so green
And what they did, I just can’t say
But he never once asked her leave, her leave,
Oh, He never once asked her leave.

Fair Janet’s tied her kirtle green
A bit above her knee
And she has to her father gone
As fast as go can she, can she,
Oh, as fast as go can she.

Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing all at chance
Well in there came young Janet fair
As green as any glass, any glass
Oh, as green as any glass,

And up then spoke an old faced knight
Watching o’er the game,
“Alas my young poor girl for thee
We will take the blame, take the blame,
Oh, we will take the blame.”

“Oh, hold your tongue, you old faced knight
Some ill death may you die.
I’ll father my child on whom I will
I’ll father none on thee, be sure,
I’ll father none on thee.”

And up then spoke her father dear,
And he spoke meek and mild,
“Alas my young poor daughter dear,
I think you go with child, with child,
Oh, I think you go with child.”

“If that be so,” Janet says,
“Myself shall bear the blame
For there’s never a knight in all your court
Will get the baby’s name, name,
Oh, will get the baby’s name.”

“For if my love were an earthly knight
As he is an elven grey
I’d never change my own true love
For any knight you have, you have,
Oh, for any knight you have.”

Well up then spoke her mother dear,
She meant to do her harm,
“There grows an herb in Carterhaugh
Will twine you and the bairn, the bairn
Oh will twine you and the bairn.”

Fair Janet tied her kirtle green
A bit above her knee
And she has gone to Carterhaugh
As fast as go can she, can she,
As fast as go can she.

She hadn’t pulled a single leaf,
A leaf but only one
Well, up then came a young Tam Lin
Says, “Lady pull no more, pull no more,
Oh lady pull no more.”

“How dare you pull a leaf,” he says
“How dare you break the tree.
And how dare you harm the babe,” says he,
“That lies twixt you and me, and me,
That lies twixt you and me.”

“Oh, tell me the truth, Tam Lin,” she says,
“If a mortal man you be.”
“I’ll tell you the truth, fair Janet,” says he,
“I was christened as good as thee, as thee,
I was christened as good as thee.”

“But as I rode out one better winter’s day
When from my horse I fell
The Queen of Elfland she took me
In yon green hill to dwell, to dwell,
In yon green hill to dwell.”

“And at the end of seven years
She pays a tithe to hell
And I so fair and full of flesh
And fear it be myself, myself,
Oh, I fear it be myself.”

“But tonight is Hallowe’en
And the morn is hallow day
And win me, win me and ye will
For well I wish you may, you may
Oh, well I wish you may.”

“For at the murk and midnight hour
The fairie folk will ride
And they that would their true love win
At Miles Cross they must hide, must hide,
Oh, at Miles Cross they must hide.”

“Three companies will pass by the first on horses black
And then will pass the brown
And when you see the milk white stead
You must pull the rider down, down,
Oh, you must pull the rider down.”

“But then they’ll change me, oh, in your arms
Into many a things so wild
But hold me fast and fear me not.
I’m the father of your child, you know,
I’m the father of your child.”

Janet’s tied her kirtle green
A bit above her knee
And she has to the crossroads gone
As fast as go can she, can she,
Oh, as fast as go can she.

The cold and gloom was the way
And eerie was the night
And a crescent moon hung in the sky
And shown a ghostly white, so bright,
Oh, it shown a ghostly white.

Just at the murk and midnight hour
She heard the bridles ring
And that poor girl was afeared at that
As any mortal thing, any thing,
Oh as any mortal thing.

Oh three companies did ride by the first on horses black
And then there came the brown
And when she saw the milk white stead
She pulled the rider down, down,
Oh, she pulled the rider down.

And thunder rolled and roared about
And the stars burned bright as day
And the Queen of Elfland she spun round
Crying, “Young Tam Lin’s away, away
Oh, young Tam Lin’s away.”

And in a flash they changed, oh, in her arms
Into a lizard wild
But she held him fast and feared him not
He was the father of her child, child,
Oh, he was the father of her child.

And in a flash, they changed him, oh, in her arms
Into a writhing snake
But she held him fast and feared him not
He was one of God’s own make, she knew,
Oh, he was one of God’s own make.

And in a flash, they changed him, oh, in her arms
To a red hot block of iron
But she held him fast and feared him not
And it did to her no harm, no harm,
And it did to her no harm.

And they they changed him, oh, in her arms
Into a naked knight
And she wrapped him in her cloak so bold
And kept him out of site, site,
Oh, she kept him out of site.

But up then spoke the Fairy Queen,
And fire burned in her eye,
“You’ve stolen away the bonniest knight
In all my company, young girl,
Oh, in all my company.”

“And what I know this knight Tam Lin
Had I but known before
I’d have taken out your heart of flesh
And put in one of stone, of stone,
I’d have put in one of stone.”

• “Middle Earth Bragging Song” by Marc Gunn from Soul of a Harper
• “Song for Her” by Melanie Gruben
• “The Old Copperplate/The Connachtman’s Rambles/The Lark on the Strand” by Cormorant’s Fancy from An Evening at the Fairfield Inn

Notes:

• Irish & Celtic Music Magazine
• Finishing my Taxes
  
• Celtic Music Awards (Coming Soon)
• Renaissance Festival Awards – Now Open!
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants

The Middle Earth Bragging Song
words and music by Marc Gunn

We’re the Race of Men,
Conquer valleys and glens.
We build huge towers in the sky.
We’re strong and we’re bold,
Though it be hot or cold
We’ll fight everyone till we die.
Oh, we’ll never give up the mountain,
As long as hope remains.
And you will never see
A race as old as we…

We’re the race of Dwarves
In dark caverns we forge
And shape the ore that we mine.
We’re stout with beards,
But give us a beer,
And we’ll drink to the gold that we find.
Oh, we’ll never give up the mountain
As long as there’s money to be made.
And you will never see,
A race as old as we…

We’re the race of Elves
In forests we dwell
At one with earth and the sky.
We’re the race first born
And our only concern
Is how close to our gardens you lie.
Oh, we’ll never give up the mountain
At least until our time is done.
And you will never see,
A race as old as we…

We’re the race of Ents,
And we’re what was meant
When they said there are shepherds to trees.
We’ve been stuffy and slow
Since our women left home
And many of us have fallen asleep.
But we’ll never give up the mountain.
Our trees are there to defend.
And you will never see
A race as old as trees…

I am Tom Bombadill.
I can never stand still.
There’s too many Creatures to see.
I’ve many songs to sing
And a wife in the stream
So whistle a diddle-diddle to call me.
Oh, I’ll never give up the mountain.
Or say I’m the oldest alive.
For you’ll probably see
A hobbit climbing a tree…
And it won’t even matter diddle [whistle]
And it won’t even matter diddle [whistle]
And it won’t even matter diddle [whistle] … how high!

Lyrics to The Middle Earth Bragging Song found here.

• “Rattlin’ Bog” by Marc Gunn from 4 Irish Whiskey Pub Songs
• “Skullcrusher Mountain” by Jonathan Coulton from Where Tradition Meets Tomorrow

Notes:

• My different musical performance interests: folk songs, original songs, and nonsensical songs
• Irish-Song-Lyrics.com
• Jonathan Coulton’s Thing-A-Week
• Help me write a song. Make a show comment with a who, what, where, why, when, and how. Or just a person, place, or thing.
• My other podcasts: Renaissance Festival Podcast & Irish & Celtic Music Podcast
• Intro music by The Tea Merchants

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Pub Songs Podcast #15 – Rattlin’ the Folk Song Tradition with Skullcrusher Mountain

Foggy Dew
music traditional, words by Father P. O’Neill

‘Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When armed line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipes did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
‘Twas better to die ‘neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania’s huns with their great big guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

O’ the night fell black and the rifles’ crack
Made “Perfidious Abion” reel
‘Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o’er the lines of steel.
By each shining blade a prayer was siad
That to Ireland her sons be true,
And when morning broke still the war flag shook
Out its fold in the foggy dew

‘Twas England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves
On the fringe of the gray North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse’s side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha,
Their names we’d keep where the Fenians sleep
‘Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the solemn bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Watertide
In the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

Ah, back through the glen I rode again
and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
whom I never shall see more.
But to and fro in my dreams I go and
I’d kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when
you fell in the foggy dew.

Lyrics to Foggy Dew found here.

• “Seven Drunken Nights” by Brobdingnagian Bards from The Holy Grail of Irish Drinking Songs
• “The Pussycat Song” by Helen Back from Under the Covers
• “Heart and Soul” by Marc Gunn

Notes:

• Victims of Irish Music
• Autoharp Radio
• Take a Vacation Tour of Ireland with the Brobdingnagian Bards
• Jimmy Durante

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Pub Songs Podcast #14 – Seven Drunken Nights with Pussycats, Heart and Soul

Seven Drunken Nights
words and music traditional

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That’s a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That’s a wool blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That’s a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
They’re two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That’s a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That’s a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I lad sneaking out the back, a quarter after three.
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that lad sneaking out the back a quarter after three?

Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That was just the tax man that the Queen she sent to me.
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But an Englishman who can last till three I’ve never seen before

Lyrics to Seven Drunken Nights found here.

• “Fiddler’s Green” by 4 Irish Whiskey from Irish Whiskey Pub Songs
• “Take 2″ by Gentlemen Losers from Gentlemen Losers
• “The Entertainer” by Christene LeDoux from Little Lighthouse
• “Remember Me (I Will Be With You)” by Christie Hennessy from Stories for Sale

Notes:

• Podsafe Music Network
• Irish Song Lyrics website
• Bards Crier Music Marketing and Promotion Ezine
• MarcGunn.com is newly redesigned.
• Summery Visions at Things Celtic on Sunday, August 13th at 3PM. Make your song requests now.

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Pub Songs Podcast #13 – Take 2. The Entertainer Says Remember Fiddler’s Green

Fiddler’s Green
words and music by John Conolly

As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long

Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I’ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I’m taking a trip mates
And I’ll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I’ve heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don’t go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

Now when you’re in dock and the long trip is through
There’s pubs and there’s clubs and there’s lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there’s bottles of rum growing on every tree.

Where the skies are all clear and there’s never a gail
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do
And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew

Now I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I’ll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song

Lyrics to Fiddler’s Green found here.

• “Irish Rover” by Sligo Rags from The Night Before the Morning After
• “Patriot Game” by Brobdingnagian Bards from Songs of Ireland

Notes:

• Pirate Music and Pirates of the Caribbean
• Coming back off the road
• What’s with Cats who lie on top of you?
• Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest
• Black Jack Murphy
• Live recording from a house concert

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Pub Songs Podcast #12 – Irish Rovers and Pirates Playing a Patriot Game

Irish Rover
words and music traditional

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the cold Cobh of Cork.
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall of New York.
In an elegant craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the trade winds drove her.
She had twenty-three masts and withstood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover.

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone.
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from West Meade called Mallone.
There was Slugger O’Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Casey from Dover.
And a man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper in the Irish Rover.

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bones.
We had three million bales of old nanny goats’ tails,
We had four million barrels of stones.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,
We had six million barrels of porter.
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost her way in a fog. (big fog)
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two,
Myself and the captain’s old dog. (small dog woof)
Then the ship struck a rock. Lord, what a shock!
Then she heeled right over,
She spun nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
I’m the last of the Irish Rover.

Patriot Game
words and music by Dominic Behan

Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,
For the love of one’s country is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,
And it makes us all part of the patriot game.

My name is O’Hanlon, and I’ve just turned sixteen.
My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned
I learned all my life cruel England’s to blame,
So now I am part of the patriot game.

This Ireland of ours has too long been half free.
Six counties lie under John Bull’s tyranny.
But still De Valera is greatly to blame
For shirking his part in the Patriot game.

They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,
His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
They soon made me part of the patriot game.

It’s nearly two years since I wandered away
With the local battalion of the bold IRA,
For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same
To play out my part in the patriot game.

[extra verse I found]
I don’t mind a bit if I shoot down police
They are lackeys for war never guardians of peace
And yet at deserters I’m never let aim
The rebels who sold out the patriot game

And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
And I wish that my rifle had given the same
To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.

Lyrics to Patriot Game found here.

• “The Night That Paddy Murphy Died” by Marc Gunn from Irish Whiskey Pub Songs
• “The Vampire Club” by Voltaire from Boo Hoo

Notes:

• Matt Hughe’s Trivia
• Car accident and rental from Capps Rent-a-Car
• House Concert Tour & InConjunction
• Elysium with Voltaire, the Machine in the Garden, and Brobdingnagian Bards (music on myspace)

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Pub Songs Podcast #11 – The Night Paddy Murphy Died at the Vampire Club with Voltaire

The Night That Paddy Murphy Died
words and music Johnny Burke (1851-1930), a Newfoundland songwriter

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I’ll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain’t got sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin’ gay
O’Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

And that’s how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy
That’s how they showed their honour and their pride
They said it was a sin and a shame and they winked at one another
Now every drink in the wakehouse went, the night Pat Murphy died

Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner, pourin’ out her grief
When Kelly and his friends, came roaring down the street
They crept into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole
They placed the bottle on the corpse to keep the liquor cold

At three o’clock in the morning, after emptying the jug
Doyle rose up the coffin lid to see poor Paddy’s mug
He stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn’t tell the time
And at a quarter after three, they argued it was nine.

And everyone got merry, they didn’t care for prayer
Mrs. Murphy said she’d wait ’til all the gang were there
Of all the sights I’ve ever seen that made me shiver with fear
They took the ice right off the corpse, and placed it on the beer

Now everything was doin’ fine, there was no ill at all
‘Til Finnegan told Callaghan, “You’ve got an awful gall.”
I thought that that might start a row, And sure enough it did
For Callaghan had carved his name upon the coffin lid

Then the fight got fierce & strong, everyone was in
Someone knocked the whiskers off poor old Darby Flynn
And Dirty Andy Burke was there, now whadda ya think he done?
He placed the corpse right on its head, in the corner just for fun

Someone hollered for the cops; they busted down the door
They jumped upon ol’ Paddy’s back and they laid him on the floor
They knocked him twice behind the ears and they knocked him on the head
When they jumped up from his back, sure they found out he was dead

Mrs. Murphy started in, battled with them cops
She chased ‘em, every one of them; she chased ‘em several blocks
A lovely time was had by all, eighteen in court were tried
For having caused a riot on the night Pat Murphy died

At eight o’clock in the morning, the procession left the house
And everyone but poor ol’ Mrs. Murphy was out soused
They stopped on the way to the churchyard at the old Red Door Saloon
They staggered in at nine o’clock and didn’t come out ’til noon

Someone asked ol’ Finnegan if anyone had died
“Lou,” says he, “I’m not quite sure, I just came for the ride.”
They started out for the graveyard, all holy and sublime,
But found out when they got there, they’d left the corpse behind

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I’ll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain’t got sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin’ gay
O’Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

• “The Ballad of Joss” by Bedlam Bards from On the Drift
• “The Fall of Serenity Valley” by Brobdingnagian Bards from Done the Impossible Soundtrack
• “Firefly Theme Song” by Marc Gunn

Notes:

• How I found Firefly
• The Signal – A Firefly Podcast
• Done the Impossible – DVD Documentary on the Firefly Phenomena
• Firefly Fans
• Firefly DVDs

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Pub Songs Podcast #10 – Done the Impossible with FIREFLY, Bards, and FIREFLY

The Ballad of Joss
music by Joss Whedon, lyrics by James Hazlerig of the Bedlam Bards

Joss, the man they call Joss . . .

He wrote about spaceships and shepherds and whores,
Stood up to the networks and gave ‘em what for.
Fox cancelled his program, but that was their loss–
The creator of Firefly, the man they call Joss!

Our Joss saw the viewers’ hearts breakin’,
He heard the Browncoats’ lament,
He saw the Fox network takin’,
His show in a way that made no sense.
(He said) “You can’t do that to my program,
Can’t grind it under your heel.”
So he took all the cast,
And now at last,
They’ve landed a Big Damn Movie deal!

He wrote about spaceships and shepherds and whores,
Stood up to the networks and gave ‘em what for.
Fox cancelled his program, but that was their loss–
The creator of Firefly, the man they call Joss!

Now here is what separates Whedon,
From writers who slave in the core,
The man they call Joss,
Well, he said to Fox,
“I’m going where no show has gone before.”
He told us about reavers,
He told us about sin,
He took us to the black,
And we ain’t comin’ back,
’till all those crazy Browncoats rise again!

He wrote about spaceships and shepherds and whores,
Stood up to the networks and gave ‘em what for.
Fox cancelled his program, but that was their loss–
The creator of Firefly, the man they call Joss!

Now, here is what separates Firefly
From other shows you’re likely to see–
It’s meaningful and witty,
And the setting’s really gritty,
And the theme song is about Serenity.
It’s a little like a western,
And a little like X-Files,
It’s better than Trek,
And funnier than Shrek,
And it beats out Andromeda by miles!

He wrote about spaceships and shepherds and whores,
Stood up to the networks and gave ‘em what for.
Fox cancelled his program, but that was their loss–
The creator of Firefly, the man they call Joss!

Hero of Canton
from “Jaynestown” on the Firefly TV show

Jayne, the man they call Jayne

He robbed from the rich
And he gave to the poor
Stood up to the man
And gave him what for
Our love for him now
Ain’t hard to explain
The hero of Canton
The man they call Jayne

Our Jayne saw the mudders’ backs breakin’
He saw the mudders’ lament
And he saw the magistrate takin’
Every dollar and leavin’ five cents
So he said “you can’t do that to my people”
He said “you can’t crush them under your heel”
So Jayne strapped on his hat
And in 5 seconds flat
Stole everythin’ Boss Higgins had to steal

He robbed from the rich
And he gave to the poor
Stood up to the man
And gave him what for
Our love for him now
Ain’t hard to explain
The hero of Canton
The man they call Jayne

Now here is what separates heroes
From common folk like you and I
The man they call Jayne
He turned ’round his plane
And let that money hit sky
He dropped it onto our houses
He dropped it into our yards
The man they called Jayne
He stole away our pain
And headed out for the stars

He robbed from the rich
And he gave to the poor
Stood up to the man
And gave him what for
Our love for him now
Ain’t hard to explain
The hero of Canton
The man they call Jayne.

Firefly Theme Song
music and lyrics by Joss Whedon

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don’t care, I’m still free
You can’t take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain’t comin’ back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can’t take the sky from me
There’s no place I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can’t take the sky from me…

• “Rocky Road to Dublin” by Brobdingnagian Bards from Songs of Ireland
• “Lounging in La La Land” by Ichabod from Geography

Notes:

• House Concerts Tour of the East Coast
• Best of Austin Poll 2006

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Show #9 – Lounging on the Rocky Road to the Best of Austin

Rocky Road to Dublin
traditional

In the merry month of May, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin’ mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o’er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin’ light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin’,
That’s an Irishman’s cure, Whene’er he’s on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, ‘Twould set your heart a-bubblin’.
They ax’d if I was hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin’.
Enquirin’ for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn’t much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin’
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin’;
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin’,
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin’,
Poor ould Erin’s isle They began abusin’,
“Hurrah my soul,” sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

• “The Pudding Song” by Seymoure from Seymoure Says
• “Spam” by Sudden Death from Die Laughing

Notes:

• Things Celtic and Autoharp Lessons
• Weds, June 28, 2006 – Irish Sing-A-Long at Cactus Cafe with Campbell & Wilson
• Goth-O-Phile
• Friday, June 30, 2006 – Elysium with Voltaire
• Dr. Demento

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Show #8 – Seymoure Says Die Laughing with Sudden Death

The Pudding Song
traditional as sung by Seymoure

I’m getting a bit tonight, tonight
I’m getting a bit tonight
Me mother says I must be quick
If I’m to have the spotted dick
I loves me roly poly
It fills me with delight
I haven’t had any since Easter
I’m getting a bit tonight

• “Old Fenian Gun” by 4 Irish Whiskey from 4 Irish Whiskey Pub Songs
• “High Jeannie High” by Ed Miller from Live from the Cactus Cafe

Notes:

• If Myspace Was Real

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Show #7 – Old Fenian Gun, High Jeannie High, Scottish Murder Ballads, If Myspace Was Real

Old Fenian Gun
words and music by P. O’Neill, as sung by an old Irishman… not really

It hung above the kitchen fire. It’s barrel long and brown
And one day with a boy’s desire, I climbed and took it down
My father’s eyes in anger flashed. He cried “”what have you done?!
I wish you’d left it where it was, That’s my old Fenian gun”".

I fondled it with love and pride. I looked it o’er and o’er
I placed it on my shoulder And I marched across the floor
My father’s anger softened And he shared my boyish fun
“Ah, well”" he said “’tis in your breed like that old Fenian gun”.

I remember ‘67 well when lads like you and me
All thought we’d strike another blow to set old Ireland free.
But broken were our golden hopes I was long months on the run
But it did good work for Ireland then that brown old Fenian gun.

I was down then in Killaluk t’was the hottest fight of all.
And you can see he burned his arm there’s a mark still on the ball
I hope the young lads growing now will hold the ground we won
And not disgrace the cause in which I held that Fenian gun

I placed it o’er the fire once more. I heard my father sigh
I knew his thoughts were turning back on days now long gone by
And then I vowed within my heart I’ll be my father’s son
And if ever Ireland wants my aid I’ll hold the Fenian gun.

That’s years ago I’ve grown a man And I’ve weathered many a gale
This last long year’s been spent inside a gloomy English jail
I’ve done my part I’ll do it still Until the fight is won
When Ireland’s free she’ll bless the men Who held the Fenian gun.

• “Wild Colonial Boy” by StoneRing from Samhain
• “The Worst Pirate Song” by Ceann from Almost Irish
• “General Taylor” by Pandora Celtica from a Pandora Celtica Demo
• “Rhapsody in Ritalin” by Breastfed from Breasted EP

Wild Colonial Boy
traditional, as sung by StoneRing

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doogan was his name.
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castle Maine.
He was his father’s only hope, his mother’s pride and joy.
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy.

At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home.
And to Australia’s sunny shores he was inclined to roam.
He went and robbed the stagecoach and he shot James McEvoy.
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.

One morning on the prairie young Jack Doogan rode along.
He was listening to the mocking birds, they were singing a cheerful song.
Up rode a band of troupers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy.
They all rode up to capture him, the wild colonial boy.

“Surrender now Jack Doogan, you see it’s three to one.
Surrender in the Queen’s high name for you’re her plundering son.”
He drew two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high.
“I’ll fight but not surrender” cried the wild colonial boy.

He fired a ball at Kelly who fell dead right to the ground.
Then he fired a ball at Davis who was dead before he hit the ground.
But the bullet that pierced his proud young heart was from the pistol of Fitzroy.
And that’s the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy.

General Taylor
traditional, as sung by Pandora Celtica

Well General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
Well General Taylor gained the day
Carry him to his bury’n ground

Tell me way, hey, you stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
Tel me way, hey, you stormy
Carry him to his bury’n ground

We’ll dig his grave with a silver spade
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
His shroud of the finest silk will be made
Carry him to his bury’n ground

We’ll lower him down with a golden chain
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
On every inch we’ll carve his name
Carry him to his bury’n ground

Well General Taylor died long ago
Walk him along, John, Carry him along
He’s gone where the stormy winds don’t blow
Carry him to his bury’n ground

• “Won’t You Come With Me” by Marc Gunn
• “My Own Hero” by Joni Minstrel from Joni Minstrel Kicks the King

Notes:

• Writing Murder Ballads
• Songs that Inspire Emotion
• IRA Songs

Won’t You Come With Me?
words and music by Marc Gunn

I left my ship with storms on my mind,
High wind and tossing seas.
I sought a girl with soft green eyes
To take my mind off me.

Hai diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai diddle-dai dee
Hai diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai-dum
Won’t you come with me?

I met a maid by waterside
Gutting the herring clean.
She took my hand, laid down her knife.
Then we walked along the beach.
Singing…

She set herself down on a rock
And bade me sit at her feet.
The sun settled down and the wind did blow
The curlets across her cheek.
We sang…

I took her gently in my arms
Our bodies rolling in the sand.
When I pulled the knife out of her side
Her body stopped lurching at last.

• “Old Dun Cow” by Brobdingnagian Bards from Brobdingnagian Fairy Tales
• Why Trad Nazis suck!
• Upcoming Show
• “When You’re Evil” by Voltaire from The Devil’s Bris

Upcoming Shows:

June 18, 2006, Father’s Day Solo Show and Autoharp Tutorial
Things Celtic @ 3-4 PM
1806 W. 35th Street
Austin, TX 78703
Bring an autoharp for the tutorial.

Friday, June 30, 2006
Elysium Goth Club
705 Red River
Austin, TX 78705
512.478.2979
10 pm (Brobdingnagian Bards), 11pm (the Machine in the Garden), 12am (Voltaire)
Cover: TBA (there will be one, I don’t know how much)
Age: Must be 21 or older to attend.

Old Dun Cow Lyrics:
words and music traditional

Some friends and I in a public house
Was playing a game of chance one night
When into the pub a fireman ran
His face all a chalky white.
“What’s up”, says Brown, “Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?”
“Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!”, says he,
“The bleedin’ pub’s on fire!”

And there was Brown upside down
Lappin” up the whiskey on the floor.
“Booze, booze!” The firemen cried
As they came knockin’ on the door (clap clap)
Oh don’t let ‘em in till it’s all drunk up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

“Oh well,” says Brown, “What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it’s down to the cellar
If the fire’s not there
Then we’ll have a grand old spree.”
So we went on down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn’t been there ten minutes or more
Till we were quite pissed.

Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
Started takin’ off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
“Hold on, ” says Brown, “that ain’t allowed
Ya cannot do that thing here.
Don’t go washin’ trousers in the port wine tub
When we got Guinness beer.”

Then there came from the old back door
The Vicar of the local church.
And when he saw our drunken ways,
He began to scream and curse.
“Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!
You’ve taken to a drunken spree!
You drank up all the Benedictine wine
And you didn’t save a drop for me!”

And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in.
We were almost drowned in the firemen’s hose
But still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the finest Rum
Till we were bleary-eyed.

Later that night, when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Our heads was hanging low.
“Oh look”, says Brown with a look quite queer.
Seems something raised his ire.
“Now we gotta get down to Murphy’s Pub,
It closes on the hour!”

Chords: KEY Dm

The Pub Songs Podcast is undergoing a major change. The show started off with the plan to educate and teach pub songs from the around world. Alas, with all my podcasts, I was unable to keep up with my original plan. So rather than let this podcast fade entirely, I decided to turn it into a personal podcast with at least ONE pub song in every show, plus, music, poetry, promotion, thoughts that cross through my mind.

My apologies if you were hoping for more Celtic music, but if you really love that stuff, check out one of my Celtic podcasts below.

Slainte! – Marc

1. “All For Me Grog” by 4 Irish Whiskey from 4 Irish Whiskey Pub Songs
- Lyrics listed below.

2. My Many Podcasts:
- Irish & Celtic Music Podcast
- Renaissance Festival Podcast
- Cat Lovers Podcast
- A Brobdingnagian Minute
Go to my homepage for details.

3. Pub Songs Podcast as a personal audio forum. A new avenue to express myself.
Groups mentioned:
- Cat CD
- The Lost Boys
- Joni Minstrel

4. What to include in this podcast:
- Personal news,
- Music promotion,
- At least one other independent band I enjoy,
- Projects I want to undertake,
- Poetry, and
- Rants

5. “Pez” by Skander from Intent On World Domination
with Rimbo

“All For Me Grog” Lyrics:

words and music Traditional

Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It’s all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin’, noggin’ boots?
They’re all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather

Where is me shirt, my noggin’, noggin’ shirt?
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather

I’m sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin’ slow
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me bed, me noggin’ noggin bed
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I lent it to a whore and now the sheets are all tore
And the springs are looking out for better whether.

Where is me wench, me noggin’ noggin’ whence
She’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked about
And her (clap) is looking out for better whether.

Chords: KEY D

Lyrics from the Irish Songs & Lyrics Website.

The first published version of “Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye” came out several years after Sarsfield’s song. Nevertheless, it is strongly believed to have originated in Ireland.

It’s a much more somber song that tells about the woes and horrors of war in the popular folk tradition of describing the body parts blown off a soldier who does not come home to his love.

Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye Lyrics:

While on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While on the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are your eyes that look so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that look so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that look so mild
When my poor heart you first beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

chorus

Where are your legs with which ye run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs with which ye run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs with which ye run
When first you learned to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

chorus

I’m happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I’m happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I’m happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

chorus

Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg
Ye’re an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye’ll be having to put a bowl to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

chorus

I’m happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I’m happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I’m happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Ceylon;
So low in the flesh, so high in the boon.
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

chorus

Extra lyrics I found:

They’re rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They’re rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They’re rolling out the guns again
But they never will take our sons again
No they never will take our sons again
Johnny I’m swearing to ye.

“Waxies” were candlemakers.

“Dargle” referred to an annual trip that the Waxies made to the seaside town of Bray in county Wicklow, Ireland just 12 miles from Dublin.

The melody is believed to be from the time of Queen Elizabeth the first in the late 1500s. The tune was known in America as early as 1650 where it was beleived to be from England. In Ireland it was first published in 1791 as “The Rambling Laborer and the Spailpin Fanach”.

I first heard it on a cassette called Irish Drinking Songs from Columbia River by an anonymous band.

Waxie’s Dargle Lyrics:

Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan
“Will ye go to the Waxies dargle?”
Says your aul’ wan to my aul’ wan,
“Sure I haven’t got a farthing.
I’ve just been down to Monto town
To see Uncle McArdle
But he didn’t have half a crown
For to go to the Waxies dargle.”

What will ye have, will ye have a pint?
Yes, I’ll have a pint with you, sir,
And if one of ye doesn’t order soon
We’ll be thrown out of the boozer.

Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan
“Will ye go to the Galway races?”
Says your aul’ wan to my aul’ wan,
“With the price of my aul’ man’s braces.
I went down to Capel Street
To the Jew man moneylenders
But he wouldn’t give me a couple of bob on
My aul’ lad’s red suspenders.”

chorus

Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan
“We got no beef or mutton
But if we go down to Monto town
We might get a drink for nuttin’”
Here’s a nice piece of advice
I got from an aul’ fishmonger:
“When food is scarce and you see the hearse
You’ll know you have died of hunger.

chorus