MICK MCGUIRE -- as sung by Robin Hall and Jimmie MacGregor
Now me name is Mick McGuire and I'll quickly tell to you
Of a young girl I admired, named Katie Donahue.
She's fair, fat and forty and believe me when I say
Every time I go courting her, I can hear her mammy say
"Johnny get up from the fire, get up ,and give yer man a seat!
Can't you see it's Mr McGuire and he's courtin' yer sister Kate?
You know very he owns a farm a wee bit out o' the town.
Get out o' that, you impudent brat, and let Mr McGuire sit down!"
Chorus
Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
You know very well he owns a farm
a wee bit out of the town
Get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr Maguire sit down!
Now the first time that I met her was at the dance at Tarmagee.
And I very kindly asked her would she'd dance a step with me,
She asked if I would see her home, if I was going her way,
And whenever I stood in at the door, I could hear her mammy say!
"Johnny get up from the fire, get up ,and give yer man a seat!
Can't you see it's Mr McGuire and he's working' yer sister Kate?
You know very he owns a farm a wee bit out o' the town.
Get out o' that, you impudent brat, and let Mr McGuire sit down!"
Chorus
Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
You know very well he owns a farm
a wee bit out of the town
Get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr Maguire sit down!
Ah, now that we are married, her mother's changed her mind,
Just because I spent the legacy me father left behind,
She hasn't got the daycency (decency) to bid me time of the day,
And whenever I step in at the door I could hear her mammy say!
"Johnny, come up to the fire, come up, you're sitting in a draft,
Sure it's auld McGuire and it nearly drives me daft!
I don't know what gets into him, for he's always on the tare,
Just sit where you are and never you dare to give Mr McGuire the chair."
Chorus
Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle Diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
I don't know what gets in 'im--he's always on a tare!
Just sit where you are and never you dare give auld McGuire the chair!"
As sung by Alasdair Gillies
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