MY WILD IRISH BOY

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GENTLE ANNIE [trad]

My thanks to Erica, Richard and Jenny for this one - also to Matthew Ward for reminding me of it

The harvest time has gone, gentle Annie
And the wild oats are scattered around the fields
You'll be anxious to know, gentle Annie
What your little crop of oats is going to yield

Your mutton is very sweet, gentle Annie
And I'm sure it will be packed in New South Wales
But you'd better put a fence around the cabbage
Or it'll all be eaten up by the snails

I'll say farewell, gentle Annie
For you know with you I can no longer stay
So I'll bid you farewell, Gentle Annie
Till we meet again another harvest day

If you take my advice, gentle Annie
You'd better watch your chappy on his way
With his knapsack slung over his shoulder
He stole some knives and forks the other day

The bullocks they are yoked, gentle Annie
And you know with you I can stay here no more
So I'll bid you adieu, gentle Annie
You're the little dark-eyed girl I adore

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ALMOST EVERY CIRCUMSTANCE [Sands, Sands, Sands]

Thank you Matthew for persevering with me on this one

lyrics can probably be found on the Internet

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HUNGRY CHILD [Judith Piepe]

This goes all the way back to Ogron - Steve, Jayne and John, thanks, folks

lyrics can probably be found on the Internet

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GO AND LEAVE (Once I Loved) [trad]

This came from my grandmother by way of my father. My thanks to Niamh Parsons for the additional verses (4 and 5)

However could I tell another
Of the time together we've spent
I thought our love would last forever
Now I find it's only lent

So go and leave me if you want to
Never let me cross your mind
If you think I'm so unworthy
Go and leave me I don't mind

Many's the night love as you lay sleeping
Dreaming in your sweet repose
While I poor girl lie a-weeping
Listening to the wind that blows
Here's the ring love that once you gave me
When our hearts were sure entwined
Give it to the black-haired lady
She'll never know it once was mine

Now you've gone and loved another
One who has more gold in store
While I a young girl lie a-weeping
Left alone because I am poor
Farewell to friends and kind relations
And to you my first young man
'Tis you have brought me grief and sorrow
Never will I love again

Once I loved with fond affection
One whose thoughts were dear to me
Then there came the dreary parting
Never more he'll speak to me

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WHITE COCKADE [trad]

My thanks to Ogron again for this one

It's true my love has enlisted and he wears a white cockade
He is a handsome young man likewise a roving blade
He is a handsome young man just right to serve the king
Oh my very heart is breaking all for the loss of him

As I walked out one morning as I wandered over the moss
I had no thoughts of enlisting till a soldier did me cross
He kindly did invite me to take the flowing bowl
He advanced me some money, two guineas and a crown

My love is tall and handsome and comely for to see
But by some sad misfortune a soldier now is he
May the man that first enlisted him not prosper night nor day
How I wish that he would perish all in the foaming spray

And may he never prosper and may he never thrive
On that he puts his hands to as long as he's alive
May the very ground he treads upon the grass refuse to grow
Since he's been the only cause of my sorrow grief and woe

He's then pulled out a handkerchief to wipe a flowing eye
Wipe up wipe up them mournful tears likewise them mournful sighs
And be you of good courage till I return again
When you and I love will be married when I return again

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HERE'S TO MY WILD IRISH BOY [Tom Griffith]

What can I say, Tom? Thankyouverymuch!

take a look at Tom's website

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THE BOYS OF BARR NA SRAIDE [Sigerson Clifford]

I first learnt this from Niamh Parsons

lyrics can probably be found on the Internet

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I COURTED A WEE GIRL [trad]

From the singing of Cathy Jordan of Dervish.
(Oh all right - thank you, Lobster Princess, too)

I courted a wee girl for many's the day
I slighted all others that came in my way
And it's well she's rewarded me to the last day
She's gone to be wed to another

The bride and her party to the church they did go
The bride she walked foremost she put the best show
And I followed after my heart full of woe
To see my love wed another

The bride and her party at the church they did stand
Gold rings on their fingers and a love in their hands
The man she has wed has houses and land
He may have since I couldn't gain her

The next time I saw her she was seated down neat
I sat down beside her not a bite could I eat
For I found my love's company far better than meat
Since love was the cause of my misfortune

The last time I saw her she was all dressed in white
The more I gazed on her she dazzled my sight
I lifted my hat and I bade her goodnight
Here's adieu to all false-hearted lovers

So dig me a grave and dig it down deep
And strew it all over with primroses neat
And lay me down easy no more to weep
Since love was the cause of my ruin

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SEVEN NIGHTS DRUNK [trad]

My father and I spent ages trying to remember this one - Brother Eddie came up with the rest of it (too late, alas!)

As I come home on a Monday night drunk as a drunk can be
There I saw a coat where no other coat should be
I called to me wife, I said to her, I thought you was true to me
So how come there's a coat out there where my old coat should be

She said you drunk, you chump, you silly old drunk
You're drunk as a chump could be
It's nothing but a tablecloth me mother sent to me
Miles I have traveled, ten thousand sights I saw
But buttonholes on a tablecloth I never seen before

On Tuesday there's a hat, but she says it's a flowerpot...
But hatband on a flowerpot I never seen before

On Wednesday there's a pair of boots, but she says it's a chamberpot...
But hobnails on a chamberpot I never seen before

On Thursday there's a face in the bed, but she says it's a baby...
But moustache on a baby's face I never seen before

On Friday there's a lump in the bed, but she says it's a shillelagh...
But cobblers on a shillelagh I never seen before

On Saturday a man leaves the house a little after three, but she says it's an English tax-collector...
But an Englishman awake after ten, I never seen before

As I come home on a Sunday night as drunk as a drunk can be
I went into the garden shed to see what I could see
I grabbed hold of a pitchfork and went into the room
I shoved it under the blankets, gawd, you should have seen them swoon

I said I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm a silly old chump
I'm drunk as a chump could be
I thought it was a feather duster your mother sent to me
Miles I have traveled, ten thousand sights I saw
But the way this pair took off down the road
I won't see them no more


Well, that's all folks ... until the next time!

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