Someone posted a hate message for my Irish & Celtic Music Podcast. It struck a sensitive chord with me.


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
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

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-004.mp3
Category:podcasts -- posted at: 12:00pm CST


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.

Direct download: PubSongsPodcast-003.mp3
Category:podcasts -- posted at: 12:00pm CST






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