If you don't have any gigs, make your own. Post it freely for everyone to enjoy. That's the idea behind this special episode where I perform a live show on a podcast from the comfort of my own home.

Set List:

  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:

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.

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-020.mp3
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I decided to try something different today. I want to perform for you live from the comfort of my living room and share the show in podcast form. Let me know what you think.

Set List:

  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:

Buy Me a Pint!

Find out more about Marc Gunn on his website, Myspace, SoundClick, Demand a Show on Eventful, Wikipedia, Twitter, Facebook, Livejournal, Sonicbids, and DeviantArt. And if you'd like a CD...

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-019.mp3
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I had the pleasure of interviewing a pirate named Captain Black Jack Murphy as we started working on a CD together with Murphy on vocals and me on autoharp.

Songs:

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?

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-018.mp3
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Back with lots of new gigs with Brobdingnagian Bards. Plus I ponder how to start my own Renaissance Festival.

Songs:

Notes:

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."

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-017.mp3
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Season 2 of the Pub Songs Podcast has now begun and I'm back with lots of new projects.

Songs:

  • "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:

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.

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-016.mp3
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I find I have a variety of different musical styles and songwriting interests that I share in this week's show. Plus, I brainstorm writing a song on the fly.

Songs:

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

Notes:

 

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.

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-015.mp3
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I recorded a new song ala Jimmy Durante, who was an interesting chap.

Songs:

Notes:

 

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.

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-014.mp3
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This week, I will share music from the Podsafe Music Network and some friends.

Songs:

  • "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:

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.

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-013.mp3
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It's too early in the morning and I am podcasting after finishing an episode of the Renaissance Festival podcast dedicated to pirates.

Songs:

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

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.

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-012.mp3
Category:podcasts -- posted at: 12:00pm CST

I was in a car accident before our expected tour. I guess I'll podcast instead.

Songs:

  • "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)

 

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

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-011.mp3
Category:podcasts -- posted at: 12:00pm CST



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