'Now I´m easy', 'Pub with no beer' & 'Mo ghile mear' I have in various books which I can photocopy and fax to you along with the book titles.

Don't ask me to type all of the words out though. It's far too tedious although I have been meaning to learn 'Mo ghile mear' for a long time

We have a singers club called the Nenagh Singers Circle and our web site is; http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/Alley/4749/

I have included a live link here --> Nenagh Singers Circle

Just click and you're in like Flynn.

Visit the site and sign in or send us an email with your fax no included (there is an email link ithe site) and we shall get you your lyrics in a couple of days.

Regards,

Frank McGrath

"NOW I'M EASY" was written by Eric Bogle (formerly Scottish but now officially Australian). You can find it in the database if you click here.
Here is the gist of my reply in another thread months ago to someome who mistook it for an Irish song:-

Eric Bogle's "Now I'm Easy" is actually full of Aussie references:-

cocky - Aussie slang for farmer

droughts & fires & floods - could be anywhere maybe, but applies particularly to Oz, the driest continent on earth.

Flying Doctor - Royal Flying Doctor Service which brings medical help to people in outlying areas covering 2 million square miles and has been operating since 1927. Started by Rev. John Flynn (Flynn of the Inland) and Alfred Traeger who invented the pedal wireless which was used for many years by remote farmers etc.

gentle old black gin - gin is an aboriginal word for woman.

"Pub With No Beer" is also Aussie. It's in the DT but here it is the way most Aussies would remember it:-

PUB WITH NO BEER

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
And there's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer.

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly "The pub's got no beer."

Then the swaggy comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer".

There's a dog on the verandah for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer.

Old Billy the blacksmith the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen she says "You're early my dear"
But then he breaks down and he tells her "The pub's got no beer".

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

References to dingoes, stockman and swaggies clealy prove this is an Australian song quite apart from its very Aussie flavour.

Cheers,
Alan

Frank:

Welcome on board!

Regards

Regards

I've a nate little cot that is built out of mud,
In the beautiful county Kildare
I've an acre of land and I grow my own spuds
But I've always a shilling to spare
Don't think for a minute I'm out of a job
It's only a short visit to pay
So be aisy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet everyday

Then flll up your glasses and have what you will
What ever's the damage I'll pay
So be aisy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day

There are also versions in Randolph's 'Ozark Folksongs' and John Ward's 'Collection of Irish Songs', Oak Park Illisnois, 1947. It's obviously an old Irish, not Scots, song.

I thought that I was being clever by asking for fax
numbers to send lyrics. I didn't occur to me that the
idea was to put the lyrics in the talk forum so
that everyone could have access to the info.

Joe Offer put me right.

How's it goin' Martin.
Isn't this a mighty web site?
Thanks for the introduction.

There is a chap in Dublin called Antaine Ó'Faracháin who
is closely involved with a radio station called
"Sean Nós Cois Loife" as well as the Goilín Singing Club.

I'm sure that Martin knows him or has heard of him.
I shall try to get an email no for him and get him
involved in this and the Sean-Nós discussionson Mudcat.

He is a fine sean-nós singer and very accomodating
with his time and knowledge.

You can find his address and phone details on our
web site in the club listings under Góilín.
You'll find a link to our site below.

If you phone him however, watch out!. He has a sean nós answering machine!
And he won't answer your call unless you sing a message!
He's as daft as a stick, thank God, and good craic.
You'll enjoy his humour and knowledge>

Slál libh go léir.

Frank McGrath

Nenagh Singers Circle

The radio station is Radio na Life (102.2). Believe it or not I have been presenting a music program on it lately, as Gaeilge. Sean-nos? Naaah! Modern jazz! Sin sceal eile!.

Regards