....Whispers from the attic. 2010
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vous ecoutez "irish rover"
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- Hot Asphalt (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- O’Keefes/Lisdoonvarna/Trip to Sligo (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Irish rover (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Give the fiddler a dram (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Close to me (P.Knighton)
- Brian O’Lynn/Phils jig/Leg of a duck/Connaught mans rambles (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Johnny I hardly knew yeh (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Young Ned of the hill (Terry Woods/Ron Kavana arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Vigilante man (Woody Guthrie arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Hills of Connemara (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Shady groves (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Down in the city (P.Knighton)
- Mrs Mcgrath (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
- Pidgeon at the gate/Fin Donegal (traditional arranged by Celtic Hangover)
Paroles
HOT ASPHALT
(traditional)
Good evening all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well,
If you'll gather all around me now the story I will tell,
For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob,
I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob.
'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home,
After helping the Killarney boys to bring the harvest down.
But now I wear the geansai and around me waist a belt.
I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt.
CHORUS:
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat.
And if it doesn't last forever sure I swear I'll eat me hat,
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt.
The other night a copper comes and he says to me: "McGuire,
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?"
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late,
And says I: "Me decent man, you'd better go and find your bate!"
He ups and yells, "I'm down on you I'm up to all yer pranks,
Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?"
Boys I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt.
(CHORUS)
We quickly dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub,
And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub,
But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
And with every other rub sure you could hear the copper groan.
"I'm thinking", says O'Reilly, "that he's lookin' like Ould Nick,
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick."
"Now", says I, "it would be 'asier to boil him till he melts,
and to stir him nice and 'asy in the hot asphalt."
(CHORUS)
You may talk about yer sailorlads, ballad singers and the rest,
Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best.
The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt.
With rubbing and with scrubbing sure I caught me death of cold,
and for scientific purposes me body it was sold,
In the Kelvingrove museum me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt,
As a monument to the Irish mixing hot asphalt!
(CHORUS)
THE IRISH ROVER
(traditional)
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six,
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 how the wild wind drove her!
She stood several blasts. she had twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags.
We had two millions barrels of stone.
We had three million sides of old blind horse's hides.
We had four million barrels of bone.
We had five million hogs and six million dogs.
We had seven million barrels of porter.
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
On board the Irish Rover.
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set.
He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille
'Til the dancers were fluthered and bet.
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
As he rowled the dames under and over.
When he took up his stance, they all knew at a glance
That he sailed the Irish Rover.
There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee.
There was Hogan from County Tyrone;
And Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone.
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule,
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover.
And your man mick McCann,from the banks of the Bann
was the skipper of the irish rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost its way in the fog.
Then the whole of the crew were reduced down to two:
Myself and the captain's old dog.
The ship struck a rock. O Lord, what a shock!
The boat was turned right over,
Turned nine times around, then the poor old dog was drowned.
I'm the last of the Irish Rover.
CLOSE TO ME
(P.knighton)
HAVE YOU COME TO SAVE ?
HAVE YOU COME TO TAKE ME ?
HAVE YOU COME TO BREAK A MY HEART IN TWO ?
CHORUS
I’VE BEEN LIVING IN A FOREIGN LAND
NOT MUCH TIME,TO THINK OF MY KIND,
SEARCHING FOR MY LIBERTY,
FORGOT ABOUT THE PEOPLE THAT WERE CLOSE TO ME
WELL YOU KNOW I LOVED YOU
ALLWAYS THINKING OF YOU
I JUST COULD’NT LIVE BY YOUR SIDE
DAYS WENT FASTER,THE YEARS FLEW PAST YEH
I WAS’NT EVEN WITH YOU ON THE DAY YOU DIED
CHORUS
CLOSE TO ME YEAH,CLOSE TO ME
FORGOT ABOUT THE PEOPLE THAT WERE CLOSE TO ME
CLOSE TO ME YEAH,CLOSE TO ME
FORGOT ABOUT THE PEOPLE THAT WERE CLOSE TO ME
CHORUS
SINCE THE DAY YOU’VE BEEN GONE
I’VE BEEN RAMBLING ON
CAN’T THINK STRAIGHT ALL DAY
SOMETHING IN MY WAY
SINCE THE DAY YOU’VE BEEN GONE
I’VE BEEN RAMBLING ON
CAN’T THINK STRAIGHT ALL DAY
SOMETHING IN MY WAY
Johnny I hardly knew yeh
(traditional)
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' 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 were so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are your eyes that were so mild When my heart you so beguiled Why did ye run from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run When you went for to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
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 have to put with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
Young Ned of the hill
(T.Wood)
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
And seen the raven black as night
Upon the windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high
Chorus:
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
'To hell or Connought' may you burn in hell tonight
Of such a man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
His deeds are legend still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men like young ned of the hill
Vigilante Man
(Woody Guthrie)
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I been hearin' his name all over the land.
Well, what is a vigilante man?
Tell me, what is a vigilante man?
what is a vigilante man?
I been hearin' his name all over the land.
Rainy night down in the engine house,
Sleepin' just as still as a mouse,
Man come along an' he chased us out in the rain.
Was that a vigilante man?
why does a vigilante man,
Why does a vigilante man
Why does a vigilante man
Carry that sawed-off shot-gun in his hand?
Stormy days we passed the time away,
Sleepin' in some good warm place.
Man come along an' we give him a little race.
Was that a vigilante man?
why does a vigilante man,
Why does a vigilante man
why does a vigilante man
Carry that sawed-off shot-gun in his hand?
Preacher Casey was just a workin' man,
And he said, "Unite all you working men."
Killed him in the river some strange man.
Was that a vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I've heard his name all over this land.
THE HILLS OF CONNEMARA
(traditional)
GATHER UP YOUR POTS AND THE OLD TIN CAN
THE MASH THE CORN THE BARLEY AND THE BRAN
RUN LIKE THE DEVIL FROM THE EXCISE MAN
IN THE HILLS OF CONNEMARA
KEEP YOUR EYES WELL PEELED TODAY
THE TALL TALL MEN ARE ON THEIR WAY
SEARCHING FOR THE MOUNTAIN TAY
IN THE HILLS OF CONNEMARA
SWING TO THE LEFT AND SWING TO THE RIGHT
THE EXCISE MEN WILL DANCE ALL NIGHT
DRINKING UP THE TAY TILL THE BROAD DAYLIGHT
IN THE HILLS OF CONNEMARA
A GALLON FOR THE BUTCHER A QUART FOR TOM
A BOTTLE FOR POOR OLD FATHER JOHN
TO HELP THE POOR OLD DEVIL ALONG
IN THE HILLS OF CONNEMARA
STAND YOUR GROUND IT IS TOO LATE
THE EXCISE MEN ARE AT THE GATE
GLORY BE TO PADDY FOR HES DRINKING IT NEAT
IN THE HILLS OF CONNEMARA
Run like the devil from the excise men
Run like the devil from the excise men
Run like the devil from the excise men
In the hills of connemara
Shady Groves
(traditional)
Shady Grove, my little love
Shady Grove I say
Shady Grove, my little love
I'm bound to go away
Cheeks as red a a blooming rose
And eyes are the prettiest brown
She's the darling of my heart
Sweetest girl in towm
I wish I had a big fine horse
And corn to feed him on
And Shady Grove to stay at home
And feed him while I'm gone
Went to see my Shady Grove
She was standing in the door
Her shoes and stockin's in her hand
And her little bare feet on the floor
When I was a little boy
I wanted a Barlow knife
And now I want little Shady Grove
To say she'll be my wife
A kiss form pretty little Shady Grove
Is sweet as brandy wine
And ther ain't no girl in this old world
Thats's prettier than mine
Down in the city
(P. Knighton)
I’m sorry if you miss me, I’m not sorry if your gone
You’ll be sorry for the secrets that I take along
Your sorry in the morning and sorry in the night
I’m sorry when you force me to, listen to your shite!
Chorus:
Down in the city they are fighting on the floor
All of their money,just flew out the door
You try to make excuses paint it plain to see
I tell you I don’t need I tell you that for free
I see you on the TV your on the radio
Spouting all your lies,just to steal the show
You think that you are popular you think that your a gas
I’ll tell you something mister you can, go and kiss my ass !
Chorus
Even when your talking I’m not listening to you
I have no idea of the things you want to do
You tell me that your reasoning is very plain to see
I tell you I don’t need I tell you that for free
Now your feeling lonely got nowhere to turn
All your so called friends they left you at the urn
I hope you rot in hell tonight,I’d love to see you burn
For cheating and decieving, someday your gonna learn
Mrs. McGrath (traditional)
"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said, "Would you like a soldier of yer son, Ted? With a scarlet coat, and a big cocked hat, Sure, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"
chorus: With your too- ri- ay, fol diddle e ay, Too- ri- yoo- ri yoo- ri- ay.
Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore and after seven years or more; she spied a ship come into the bay, with her son, from far away!"
"Oh, Captain, dear, where have ye been? ; you been sailin the Meditereen? Have ye news of my son Ted? Is he livin', or is he dead?"
Chorus
Then came Ted without any legs An in their place two wooden pegs, she kissed him a dozen times or two, Saying "my God Ted is it you?”
" were ye drunk, or were ye blind when ye left yer two fine legs behind? Or was it while walkin'upon the sea That wore yer two fine legs away?"
Chorus
"Well, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind. But a cannon ball, on the fifth of May, Tore my two fine legs away."
"Oh, Teddy, me boy," the widow cried, "Yer two fine legs were yer mothers's pride, stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all, Why didn't ye run from the cannon ball?"
Chorus
"all foreign wars I do proclaim live on blood and a mothers pain, I’d rather have my son as he used to be than the king of america and his whole navy
