A Couple of Classics

Songs:

Updated versions of Galway Shawl, Whiskey in the Jar, and Spancil Hill. Not necessarily better, but different.

Galway Shawl

In Oranmore in the County Galway,
One pleasant evening in the month of May,
I spied a damsel, she was young and handsome
Her beauty fairly took my breath away. CHORUS

CHORUS
She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds,
No paint or powder, no, none at all.
But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulder was a Galway Shawl.

We kept on walking, she kept on talking,
‘Till her father’s cottage came into view.
Says she: ‘Come in, sir, and meet my father,
And play to please him ” The Foggy Dew.” CHORUS

She sat me down beside the fire
I could see her father, he was six feet tall.
And soon her mother had the kettle singing
All I could think of was the Galway shawl. CHORUS

I played “The Blackbird” and “The Stack of Barley”,
” Rodney’s Glory” and “The Foggy Dew”,
She sang each note like an Irish linnet.
While the tears flowedfrom her eyes so blue. CHORUS

‘Twas early, early, all in the morning,
When I hit the road for old Donegal.
She said ‘Goodby, sir,’she cried
And my heart remaines with the Galway shawl. CHORUS

Whiskey in the Jar

As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying “Stand and deliver” for he were a bold deceiver

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

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

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure ‘t was no wonder
But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

And ‘t was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

There’s some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

And if anyone can aid me ‘t is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he’ll go with me, we’ll go rovin’ through Killkenney
And I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with a will
‘Til next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill

It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold came, their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
But I met the tailor Quigley, he’s as bold as ever still
Ah, he used to mend me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She’s as white as any lily, gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me saying, “Johnny, I love you still”
As she’s Nell the farmer’s daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
Ah Johnny, you’re only jokin’, as many’s the time before
Then the cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill

Song for Jim Larkin

Lyrics:
Tramworkers in our town remember when
in 1913 things went bad again.
How brave and strong we all were on that day
when Larkin led us on our tireless way.

CHORUS:
We sang for Jim Larkin,
through the pain there was pride
and sweet young Ellie by my side.

From Stephen’s Green we walked to Irishtown.
The summer sunshine framed her like a crown.
The strike was called and sorrow racked our town
but I had pride and loved young Ellie Brown.

For eight long months we starved, but held our ground.
Locked out in idle hell, but honor bound.
The winter cold went through her well-worn gown.
As a Larkin man I married Ellie Brown.

The winter passed, but spring brought no relief,
for men can’t stand to watch their children’s grief.
Hunger stole our honor like a thief
so we drifted back to work on Murphy’s lease.

Jim Larkin and his union showed the way.
James Connolly came later in the day.
Ellie bore me sons who live today
In a better land we earned the Larkin way.

Sample of The Spanish Lady

Sample of The Spanish Lady

As I went down through Dublin City

At the hour of twelve at night

Who should I see but the Spanish Lady

Washin’ her feet in the pale moon light

First she washed them

Then she dried them

Over a fire of amber coals

In all my life I never did see

A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the too ra loo ra laddie

Whack for the too ra loo ra li

Whack for the too ra loo ra laddie

Whack for the too ra loo ra li

As I went down through Dublin City

At the hour of half past eight

Who should I see but the Spanish Lady

Combin her hair in the broad daylight

First she tossed it, then she brushed it

In her lap was a silver comb

In all my life I never did see

A maid so sweet where I did roam

Whack for..etc..

As I went down through Dublin City

That time I’ll ne’er forget

Who should I see but the Spanish Lady

Catchin’ a moth in a silver net

First she spied me, then she fled me

Throwin’ her petty-coat over her knee

In all my life I never did see

A maid so sweet as the Spanish Laydee.

Whack for..etc…

I stopped to look

But the watchman passed

He said young fella, the hour is late

Get along home now or I’ll wrastle yah

Straightway through the Bridewell gate

I blew a kiss to the Spanish Lady

Hot as a fire of amber coals

In all my life I never did see

A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for ..etc..

I wandered north and wandered south

Through Stony Batter and Patrick’s Close

Up and around the Gloucester Diamond

And back by Napper Tandy’s home

Old age has laid her hands on me

With icy fingers like ashen coals

In all my life I never did see

A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the ..etc..