A Few Songs For St Patrick's Day

Hey Folks

This week I am supposed to start running a Folk and Country Music group at the college I am currently studying at.

I made this video to promote an Irish Folk song themed gig at the club this week.

The songs in the video turned out to be pretty decent so I figured I would share them here.

Happy St Patrick's Day

There are 3 songs in the video, The Irish Rover , Red Haired Mary and Pat Rainey

"The Irish Rover"

On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in 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 man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and day
That he longs for the shore and a charming young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
Oh, the noise and the rout swillin' poitin and stout
For him soon the torment's over
Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid
An old salt from the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord! What a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
And I'm the last of The Irish Rover

"Red Haired Mary"

As I was going to the fair at Dingle
One fine morning last July
When going down the road before me,
A red haired girl I chanced to spy.

Well I went up to her, says I, "Young lady,
Me donkey, he will carry two."
"Now seein' that you've got your donkey,
I will ride with you to the Dingle fair."

But when we reached the fair at Dingle,
I took her hand for to say good-bye,
When a tinker he stepped up behind me,
And he hit me right in my left eye!

"Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a marriage bed."

Now I was feeling rather peevish,
And my poor old eye was sad and sore,
So I tapped him lightly with me hobnails,
And he flew back through Tim Murphy's door!

"Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a marriage bed."

Then a policeman, he came round the corner,
And he told me I had broke the law,
Then me donkey kicked him in the ankle,
And he fell down and broke his jaw!

"Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a marriage bed."

Now he galloped off to find his brother;
The tallest man I e'er did meet.
He 'gently' tapped me with his knuckles,
And I was minus two front teeth.

"Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a marriage bed."

Now this red haired girl, she kept on smiling.
I'll go with you , "Young man,she said
forget the priest this very morning,
tonight we'll lie in Murphy's shed!

"Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a marriage bed."

Through the Dingle Fair we rode together,
My black eye and her red hair.
Smilin' gaily at the tinkers,
By God we were a handsome pair!

"Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a marriage bed."

"Pat Rainey"

Oh me name is Pat Rainey, I'm a travelling man
I'll mend your auld pots, I'll make you a can
I'm prince among nomads, I'm king of me clan
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I tramps down the road with me horse and me dog
There's game in the fields and there's turf in the bogs
I sing like a lark as along I do jog
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I camps by the river and I catches a fish
I've always got plenty to put in me dish
Me brogues and me shirt well I surely can stitch
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I grab hold of me pipes and I'll make for the town
Finds me a good seat and I'll sit me'self down
I squeeze on the bellows all the throng gathers round me
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I play 'Misses McClouds' and the 'Wind in the Gap'
And it pleases the crowd as they dance and they clap
And many's a bright shilling they throw in me cap for me
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Well I'm fond of the drink and I'm sure it's no crime
To sit down in the shebeen with comrades sublime
I dance till the morning, I'm no slave to time
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Well the housewife each night comes down from the farm
Her husband gets cold but I am quite warm
For here in me tent she'll come to no harm with me
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But when winter comes round for fear of the damp
I'll whistle the dog, down the road we will tramp
And that housewife will sigh when she sees we broke camp
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But when springtime comes round I'll pass back this way
Boil up me ol' billy and I'll have me some tea
I'll check if the buffer has one on the way for me
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For me name is Pat Rainey, I'm a travelling man
I'll mend your auld pots or I'll make you a can
I'm prince among nomads, I'm king of me clan
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