Irish Music...

[Noel's angel]

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

[Thy Geekdom Come]

(Spoken over guitar instrumental)
In 1847 Ireland was in the midst of a great rebellion
Its sons were being wounded and were dying
For the cause of freedom
Its mothers wrote a song in protest called,
"Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya."

With guns and drums and drums and guns
Huhroo, huhroo
With guns and drums and drums and guns
Huhroo, huhroo
With guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ya
My darlin' John, it's been so long
Johnny, I hardly knew ya

Tis glad I am to see you're home
Huhroo, huhroo
Tis glad I am to see you're home
Huhroo, huhroo
Tis glad I am to see you're home
My darlin' John, so pale and worn
So low in cheek and high in bone
Johnny, I hardly knew ya

Where are your legs that used to run
Huhroo, huhroo
Where are your legs that used to run
Huhroo, huhroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When first you went to carry a gun
Johnny, I hardly knew ya

You haven't an arm and you haven't a leg
Huhroo, huhroo
You haven't an arm and you haven't a leg
Huhroo, huhroo
You haven't an arm and you haven't a leg
All you've got is a wooden peg
And you'll have to be put with the poor to beg
Johnny, I hardly knew ya

(Spoken over guitar instrumental)
The sons came home from the war
Wounded and maimed
And soon again sounds of war were heard
And the mothers became more violent in their protest

(Faster tempo)
They're rollin' out the guns again
Huhroo, Huhroo
They're rollin' out the guns again
Huhroo, Huhroo
They're rollin' out the guns again
But they'll never take our sons again
Johnny, I swear it to ya

With guns and drums and drums and guns
Huhroo, huhroo
With guns and drums and drums and guns
Huhroo, huhroo
With guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ya
My darlin' John, it's been so long
Johnny, I hardly knew ya

Johnny, I hardly knew ya
Johnny, I hardly knew ya
Johnny, I hardly knew ya

[Noel's angel]

this one beats everything, this is a song I wrote with about 5 other people for a music workshop

Believe in the Mystery

Verse 1
Childhood games are left behind
Swept away by the tide
The river carried off my pain
Hearts are opened once again
Looking back and moving on
Heroes have come and have gone
Fairy tales will have their place
But it’s life that we embrace

Chorus
Believe in the mystery
Life, love and dreams
Believe in the mystery
It’s more than it seems
Believe in the mystery
Life, love and dreams
Believe in the mystery
It’s more than it seems

Verse 2
Answers to questions we once asked
Now discovered along the path
Times have gone and places seen
Pure and new, the slate is clean
You want to walk forgotten lands
Can we ever, never can?
Here we are, like the tree
River rolling, flowing free

Instrumental

Chorus

[Thy Geekdom Come]

I wish I was in Carrickfergus only for a night in Ballygrand
I would swim the deepest ocean
only for a night in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
and neither have I but wings to fly
I wish I could meet a handsome boatman
To ferry me over, my love and I.

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago,
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now like melting snow.
But I'll spend my days in endless roaming,
Soft is the grass, my bed is free.
Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus,
On that long road down to the sea.

And in Killkenny It is reported
They have marble stones there As black as ink
With gold and silver I did support her
But I'll sing no more now 'Til I've had a drink
I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I'm sick now
My days are numbered
Come all you young men
And I'll lay me down

[Thy Geekdom Come]

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
With a love of the whiskey he was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.

Chorus:
Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

2. One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed,
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head.
Chorus:

3. His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Arragh, hold your gob" said Paddy McGhee!
Chorus:

4. Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.
Chorus:

5. Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
The corpse revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed,
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
Chorus:

[Noel's angel]

ok, question off the topic. how can i get one of those lttle flags under my PM Pham, cause i want one

[Thy Geekdom Come]

[quote name='Raphael' date='Oct 9 2004, 03:11 PM'] Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
With a love of the whiskey he was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.

Chorus:
Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

2. One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed,
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head.
Chorus:

3. His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Arragh, hold your gob" said Paddy McGhee!
Chorus:

4. Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.
Chorus:

5. Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
The corpse revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed,
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
Chorus: [/quote]
The description of this wake is just...so...Irish...

I love it!

[Thy Geekdom Come]

[quote name='Noel's angel' date='Oct 9 2004, 03:11 PM'] ok, question off the topic. how can i get one of those lttle flags under my PM Pham, cause i want one [/quote]
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For Church Scholar-the same as above, with formal theology training
For Ordained Priest-well, you go to dUSt with proof of your ordination

[Thy Geekdom Come]

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes and me head is full of aches
And I have to take a path for way out yonder

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots
They're all sold for beer and tobacco
See the soles they were thin and the uppers were lettin' in
And the heels were lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves were all worn out and the collar been torn about
And the tail was lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me wife, me noggin', noggin' wife
She's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see her front it was worn out and her tail I kicked about
And I'm sure she's lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me bed, me noggin', noggin' bed
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see I sold it to the girls until the springs were all in twirls
And the sheets they're lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

[Thy Geekdom Come]

The gypsy rover come over the hill,
Bound throug the valley so shady;
He whisteld and he sang,
Till the the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Chorus:

Ah di doo, an di doo da day,
Ah di doo ah di day dee;
He whistled and he sang,
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gate,
She left her own true lover.
She left her servants and her estate,
To follow the gypsy rover.

Chorus

Her father saddled his fastest steed,
Roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed,
And the whistling gypsy rover.

Chorus

He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the River Clayde,
And there was music, and there was wine,
For the gypsy and his lady.

Chorus

He's no gypsy my father said she,
My lord of freelands all over,
And I will stay till my dying day,
With my whistling gypsy rover.

Chorus

[Thy Geekdom Come]

As I walked down the dockside one evenin' so fair,
To view the still waters and take the salt air,
I heard an old fisherman singin' this song,
Saying, "Take me away boys. Me time is not long."

Chorus:

Wrap me up in me oilskins and blankets.
No more on the docks I'll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates I'm takin' a trip, mates
And I'll see you one day in Fiddler's Green.

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

Chorus

Yes, the weather is fair and there's never a gale,
And the fish jump aboard with one swish of their tail.
You can lie in your hammock, there's no work to do,
And the skipper's below makin' tea for the crew.

Chorus

Now, I don't need a harp nor a halo, not me.
Just give me a ship and a good rollin' sea.
And I'll play me old squeeze-box as we roll along
With the wind in the riggin' to sing me a song.

Chorus

[Noel's angel]

I like that one
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old silly sally on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy flower
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

[Thy Geekdom Come]

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!





Verse added for marches in the US Civil War:

The minstrel boy will return, we pray,
When we hear the news we all will cheer it.
The minstrel boy will return one day,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
Then may he play on his harp in peace,
In a world such as Heaven has intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And every battle must be ended

[Noel's angel]

Moore Christy - Ordinary Man



I'm an ordinary man, nothing special nothing grand
I've had to work for everything I own
I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got
Enough to keep my family and my home

Now they say that times are hard and they've handed me my cards
They say there's not the work to go around
And when the whistle blows, the gates will finally close
Tonight they're going to shut this factory down
Then they'll tear it d-o-w-n

I never missed a day nor went on strike for better pay
For twenty years I served them best I could
Now with a handshake and a cheque it seems so easy to forget
Loyalty through the bad times and through good
The owner says he's sad to see that things have got so bad
but the captains of industry won't let him lose
He still drives a car and smokes his cigar
And still he takes his family on a cruise, he'll never lose

Well it seems to me such a cruel irony
He's richer now then he ever was before
Now my cheque is spent and I can't afford the rent
There's one law for the rich, one for the poor
Every day I've tried to salvage some of my pride
To find some work so's I might pay my way
Oh but everywhere I go, the answer's always no
There's no work for anyone here today, no work today

Break - 1st four lines

And so condemned I stand just an ordinary man
Like thousands beside me in the queue
I watch my darling wife trying to make the best of life
And God knows what the kids are going to do
Now that we are faced with this human waste
A generation cast aside
And as long as I live, I never will forgive
You've stripped me of my dignity and pride, you've stripped mebare
You've stripped me bare, You've stripped me bare

[Noel's angel]

Moore Christy - Black Is The Colour



Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one.

I go the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.