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ADD: songs from 'Songs and Ballads of Ireland'
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MartinRyan Date: 12 Aug 01 - 03:50 PM The Irish Traditional Music Archive doesn't seem to have any book of that exact title. The contents list has at least one Percy French song (Slattery's Mounted Foot, BTW - is Digging for Gold actually "Mountains of Mourne"?) so we're talking late 19C at the earliest for publication date. Most of the song titles look fairly familiar. I must re read the list (can't see it at the momnet, for some reason) and pick 'em out. Regards |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MartinRyan Date: 12 Aug 01 - 03:49 PM The Irish Traditional Music Archive doesn't seem to have any book of that exact title. The contents contain at least one Percy French song (Slattery's Mounted Foot, BTW - is Digging for Gold actually "Mountains of Mourne"?) so we're talking late 19C at the earliest for publication date. Most of the song titles look fairly familiar. I must re read the list (can't see it at the momnet, for some reason) and pick 'em out. Regards |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 10 Aug 01 - 11:02 AM Kitty of Coleraine is the same as the DT version except male protagonist is first person not third. Tune is on Alan's Midi page. |
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Subject: Add: DORAN'S ASS From: MMario Date: 10 Aug 01 - 10:36 AM As I said above - this version of Doran's Ass is almost the same as in the DT - but verse three of the DT expands into the following two verses:
from SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p 43 |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 10 Aug 01 - 10:31 AM Pastheen Fion is the subject of a current thread; see An Paistin Fionn: English words?
Barney Brallaghan was written in the [?] 1820s by T. Hudson to music by J. Blewitt; for some background, together with texts and an arrangement of 1830, see The South Riding Tune Book: Judy Callaghan |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 10 Aug 01 - 10:04 AM six more pages from Michelle - ERIN, My country Mister Finagan Digging for Gould Doran's Ass (almost the same as DT but expands verse three into two verses) Morrissey and the Benicia boy Michael Dwyer (not the DT version - MUCH longer) The Boys of Kilkenny Kitty of Coleraine Barney Brallaghan The Celtic Cross The Orangeman's Wife Kerry Dance - see forum The Lads who live in Ireland The River Roe - (tune:tramps and hawkers) Pastheen Fion
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 10 Aug 01 - 08:48 AM Thanks Malcolm! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 09 Aug 01 - 10:31 PM We have two definite tunes for texts posted so far; as ever, midis will be available via the South Riding Folk Network site until they appear at the Mudcat Midi Pages:
The Holly and Ivy Girl (Carolan's Lament)
The first is made from notation for John Keegan's song in The Irish Song Book (A.P. Graves; second, revised edition, 1895), and the second from the tune provided by William H. Curran, and printed as #490 in Stanford-Petrie, The Complete Collection of Irish Music 1903. A few notes in the first two bars have been split into two in order to accommodate the lyric given. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 09 Aug 01 - 10:46 AM the above post refers to "Mantle So Green" in answer to Peg's inquiry |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 09 Aug 01 - 10:39 AM for the tune the DT version for various other lyrics - Mick Bracken posted one that is almost word for word as in Michelle's book - has a couple more verses then the one in the DT - here Mudguard posted another set here which appears to be gender reversed. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MY NOBLE IRISH GIRL From: MMario Date: 09 Aug 01 - 10:26 AM MY NOBLE IRISH GIRL (SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p 35) I love thee-oj, that word is tame To tell how dear thou art; No seraph feels a holier flame Than that which fills my heart, How mild and innocent the brow, Where thy dark ringlets curl; Thy soul is pure as virgin dawn, My noble Irish girl. I love to gaze upon they smile, Thine eyes so bright and gay; For there's no stain of art or guile In aught you think or say. The happiest hour that e'er I knew, Though it my peace may peril, Is when thee to my heart I drew, My noble Irish girl. I need not in the herald's book My loved one's lineage trace- I read her lineage in her look, Her record in her face; I hear it in each touching tone That floats thro' rows of pearl; Thou art my queen--- my heart's thy throne My noble Irish girl. I feel the impress of thy worth And strive to be like thee: Thou art to me what Heaven's to earth, What sunshine's to the sea; And if from me some luster beam, 'Mid sin and passion's whirl, 'Tis thy light shines on my life's stream, My noble Irish girl. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: Peg Date: 09 Aug 01 - 10:21 AM would love to have the lyrics and tune of "Mantle So Green"; heard it on the radio one day and was captivated.... any recommendations for a recording? peg
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Subject: Lyr Add: ADIEU, MY OWN DEAR ERIN From: MMario Date: 09 Aug 01 - 10:11 AM ADIEU, MY OWN DEAR ERIN (SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p 35) Adieu, my own dear Erin, Receive my fand, my last adieu; I go, but with me bearing A heart still fondly turn'd to you. The charms that nature gave thee With lavish hand, shall cease to smile, And the soul fo friendship leave thee, E'er I forget my own green isle. Ye fields where heroes bounded To meet the foes of liberty; Ye hills that oft resounded The joyful shouts of victory Obscured is all your glory, Forotten all your former fame, And the minstrel's mournful sotry, Now calls a tear at Erin's name But still the day may brighten When those tears shall cease to flow, And the shout of freedom lighten Spirits now so drooping low. Then should the glad breeze blowing Convey the echo o'er the sea, My heart with transport gowiing, Shall bless the land that made thee free. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: IanC Date: 09 Aug 01 - 09:56 AM MMario Thanks for the page numbers. It could be "The Songs of Ireland (including ... ballads)" c1890, London, Boosey and Co. (220pp). |
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Subject: Add: Corrections - McFadden's Picnic From: MMario Date: 09 Aug 01 - 09:06 AM the complete final verse for McFadden's Picnic - courtesy of Michelle's more accurate copy! The woods they presented a beautiful sight, All thickened with maidens so sweet; And Mick Hogan a-courtin' OFlaherty's niece In a nate little shady retreat. Ould McFadden dead drunk and laid out like a corpse, Wid a dozen Maloneys or more: And the swate little brats playing toy wid potheen Wid the end of an innocent straw
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: Noreen Date: 08 Aug 01 - 08:57 PM You're doing a grand job, MMario- you (or Michelle) could do with a scanner linked to a text-recognition program, as I have here... saves tiring your fingers so much. Noreen |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 07:44 PM yes - it would, closely ( I have only searched on title so far - will be searching on phrases soon). Michelle also sent me corrections on the last verse of McFadden's picnic - the paper was folded |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: Noreen Date: 08 Aug 01 - 06:46 PM MMario, would Molly Brallaghan in that collection be related to MOLLY BRANNIGAN in the DT? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: McFADDEN'S PICNIC From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 04:07 PM McFADDEN'S PICNIC (SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p 39) Near the beautiful town of Killybeys, In the county of Donegal, The McFaddens, the Maloneys, With the children large and small, Gave over their daily labor, Sorra stroke of work would they do; But betook themselves to the fields and woods For to kick up a hubbubaloo. There was all the McFaddens, both young and old, And Terence O'Flaherty's niece; A hundred and fifty Maloneys Wid a peck of praties a piece: And Father O'Toole from Carrigaline, The Gilhooleys of Borrisokane, And Patsey Maloy, that broth of a boy, Wid the elegant Widow McShane. 'Neath the shade of a tree, by a clear running brook, On the turf a cloth they spread. The same the generally covered the limbs Of the young McFaddens in bed. Then they emptied their packs of the sweetest of cakes, And the choicest of bacon and meat; And, for two hours, though divil a bit did they do But drink whisky and gabble and eat. By the pipes of McGorrisk they danced and sung, Like divils, wid mad possessed; And Father O'Toolem in the widow's embrace, Was shaking his foot wid the best. Ould Scally, the tailor, released from his goose, Had the wife of MdFadden in tow; And tehy lathered the gravel in style that, bedad! You can't see in a travelin' show. The woods they presented a beautiful… All thickened with maidens so… And Mick Hogan a-courtin' … niece In a nate little shady ret…. Ould McFadden dead drunk … like a corpse, Wid a doxen Maloneys …. And the swate little b … poteen Wid the end of a….
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Subject: Lyr Add: … Y'S PASTORAL RHAPSODY From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 04:04 PM … Y'S PASTORAL RHAPSODY (SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p 38) … Molly, th'other day, sir, …akin' of the hay, sir, … her for to be my bride, …Molly she began to chide: …she, "You are too young, dear Pat." … I, "My jew'l, I'll mend o' that." "You are too poor," she says, beside; When to convince her, then, I tried, That wealth is an invintion The wise should never mintion, And flesh is grass, and flowers will fade, And it's better be wed than die an owld maid. The purty little sparrows Have neither plows nor harrows, Yet they live at aise, and are contint, Bekase, you see, they pay no rint; They have no care nor flustherin' About diggin' or induststherin'; No foolish pride their comfort hurts- For they eat the flax, and wear no shirts- For wealth is an invintion,etc. Sure, Nature clothes the hills, dear, Without any tailor's bills, dear; And the bees they sip their sweets, my sowl, Though they never had a sugar-bowl; The dew it feeds the rose of June, But 'tis not with a silver spoon; Then let us tatthern take from those, The birds and bees, and lovely rose- For wealth is an invintion, etc. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 02:38 PM Malcolm - you are a prize! Michelle has e-mailed me 4 more pages - some of which are nearly identical to previous postings - but other's I cannot find in forum or DT. (partial) The Battle of Fontenoy Patrick Riley My Noble Irish Girl Adieu, My Own Dear Erin (partial) Shaun's Head ...y's Pastoral Phapsody (damaged) Mantle so Green (seems to have more verses then DT) McFadden's Picnic (damaged) Molly Ballaghan The County of Mayo Any preferences as to what I type in next?
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 08 Aug 01 - 01:18 PM George Petrie (The Petrie Collection of the Ancient Music of Ireland, 1855) comments:
As the melody of the charter song of that singular social union of wit and talent which existed in Dublin, from the year 1779 to the close of the year 1785, and was called "The Monks of the Order of St. Patrick," but commonly known as "The Monks of the Screw" few of the readers of this work will require to be informed that this well-known charter song was written for the society by its Prior, the late John Philpot Curran; but it has not been hitherto known that the music selected by the gifted poet, as a fit medium for his serio-comic verses, was a gay Irish melody, arrayed in a mock solemnity, and which, no doubt, he had learnt in his own loved county of Cork.
The melody, according to Andrew Kuntz's The Fiddler's Companion, is a variant of Ta Me I n-Eagmais Ach Iocfadh Me Fos (I'm in debt but I'll pay them yet). A set of The Monks of the Screw appears in O'Neill, but the one given by Petrie should be more accurate, as it came directly from Curran's son. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 01:11 PM Michelle thinks it may originally have been about 220 pages - not sure as the intervening generations were "not kind" to the state of the book and many pages are missing - having been torn out to "share" lyrics.
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 12:26 PM I'll ask |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: IanC Date: 08 Aug 01 - 12:25 PM mmario 220 or 387 pages? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE MONKS OF THE SCREW From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 12:22 PM THE MONKS OF THE SCREW (SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p37) When St. Patrick our order created And called us the Monks of the Screw, Good rules he revealed to our abbot, To guide us in what we should do, But first he replenished his fountain With liqour the best in the sky; And he swore by the word of his saintship That fountain should never run dry. My children, be chaste - till you're tempted; While sober, be wise and discreet; And humble your bodies with fasting- Whene'er you have nothing to eat. Then be not a glass in the convent, Except on a festival, found: And, this rule to enforce, I ordain it A festival all the year round I don't know if this gets continued on page 38 or not. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 08 Aug 01 - 12:13 PM The Holly and Ivy Girl was written by John Keegan (1809-1849), and set to O'Carolan's Lament. Apparantly it was first published in The Irishman, number 1, January 1849. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: JENNY, I'M NOT JESTING From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 11:56 AM JENNY, I'M NOT JESTING (SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND) Ah, Jenny, I'm not jesting Believe what I'm protesting, And Yield what I'm requesting These seven years through. "Ah, Lawrence, I may grieve you, Yet if I can't relieve you, Sure, why should I deceive you With words untrue! But, since you must be courtin'. There's Rosy and her fortune; 'Tis rumoured your (sic)consortin' With her of late. Or there's your cousin Kitty, So charming and so witty, She'd wed you out of pity, Kind Kate." "Fie! Jenny, since I knew you, Of all the lads that woo you, None's been so faithful to you, If truth were told. Even when yourself was dartin' Fond looks at fickle Martin, Till off the thief went startin' For Sheela's gold." "And if you've known me longest, Why should your love be stongest, And his that's now the youngest, For that be worst?" "Fie, Jenny, quickest kindled Is always soonest dwindled: And the the swiftest spindled Snaps first." "If that's your wisdom, Larry, The longer I can tarry, The luckier I shall marry, At long, long last." "I've known of girls amusing Their minds, the men refusing, Till none wre left for choosing At long, long last." "Well, since it seem that marriage Is still the safest carriage And all the world disparage The spinster lone; Since you might still forsake me, I think I'll let you take me, Yes! Larry, you may make me Your own!" Ian - this is second hand information for me; I am transcribing from a scanned page - and evidently title page and index are missing (this book is OLD and FRAGILE). Probably pre-1900 if not older. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: IanC Date: 08 Aug 01 - 11:50 AM MMario There are a few books called "Songs and Ballads of Ireland". Could you provide some bibliographical detail? Editor, date ?
Cheers! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE 'HOLLY AND THE IVY' GIRL From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 11:42 AM THE "HOLLY AND THE IVY" GIRL (SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p37) "Come, buy my nice, fresh Ivy, and my Holly sprigs so green; I have the finest branches that ever yet were seen. Come, buy fro me, good Christians, and let me home, I pray, And I'll wish you 'Merry Christmas Times, and a happy New Year's Day" "Ah! Won't you take my ivy? - the loveliest ever seen! Ah! Won't you have my Holly boughs? - all you who love the Green! Do! - take a little bunch of each, and on my knees I'll pray, That God may bless your Christmas and be with you New Year's Day." "This wind is black and bitrter, and the hail-stones do not spare My shivering form, my bleeding feet, and stiff, entangled hair; Then, when the skies are pitiless, be merciful, I say - So heaven will light your Christmas and the coming New Year's Day." 'Twas thus a dying maiden sung, while the cold hail rattled down, And fierce winds whistled mournfully o'er Dublin's dreary town:-- One stiff hand clutched her Ivy sprigs and Holly boughs so fair; With the other she kept brushing the haildrops from her hair So grim and statue-like she seemed, 'twas evident the Death Was lurking in her footseps - while her hot impded breath Too plainly told her early doom - though the burden of her lay Was still of life and Christmas joys, and a Happy New Year's Day. 'Twas in that broad, bleak Thomas Street, I heard the wanderer sing, I stood a moment in the mire, beyond the ragged ring- My heart felt cold and lonely, and my thoughts were far away, Where I was many a Chritmas-tide and Happy New Year's Day. I dreamed of wonderings in the woods among the Holly Green; I dreamed of my onw native cot and porch with Ivey Screen: I dreamed of lights forever dimm'd - of Hopes that can't return - And dropped a tear on Christmas fires that never more can burn. The ghost-like singer still sung on, but no one came to buy; The hurrying crowd passed to and fro, but did not heed her cry; She uttered on low, piercing moan-then cast her boughs away- And smiling, cried-"I'll rest with God before the New Year's Day!" On New Year's Day I said my prayers above a new-made grave, Dug recently in sacred soi, by Liffey's murmuring wave; The Minstrel maid from Earth to Heaven has winged her happy way, And now enjoys, with sister saints, and endless New Year's Day. Malcolm - no - at least not on the page she has sent me, and I don't know if there is tune direction elsewhere in the book. According to her post, this book was brought by her great-grandfather when he immigrated from Ireland. Michelle has said she believes it is from the 1800's - do not know if she has a year for her ggf's immigration or not. but (for example) *my* grandfather immigrated in 1913. The scan she sent me does show that this book is very fragile... |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 08 Aug 01 - 11:30 AM Does this book give the melodies? There's a 6/8 jig called Castlebar Boy, for example. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 11:14 AM duh! I did proof this - but the book title is actually "SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND" - which just goes to show you you should always have a second person prufred |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE CASTLEBAR BOY From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 11:09 AM THE CASTLEBAR BOY (IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS) I am a boy from ould Ireland, where good nature and morn shines on every face; And the pride of my father, And the girl's own joy, And the darlings they call me the Castlebar boy Chorus: For my name it is Pat, I'm proud of that, My country I will never deny; I will fight for the sod Where my forefathers trod, Sing hurrah for the Castlebar boy. I was born one evening, in the middle of June, They took me into town And they christened me soon; What name shall we call him? says Father Molloy, Monnadowl, call him Paddy, The Castlebar boy. chorus When I landed in England It was a beautiful morning, They gave me a job at reaping the corn; At reaping and mowing to beat me they tried, But the Omahauns, They could not touch the Castlebar boy Chorus You Englishmen,poor Paddy don't scorn, For Paddy was not always a big Omahaun; For his heart is in the right place, For a friend he would die; I think I have pleased you, the best I did try. Grant your applause to the Castlebar boy Chorus |
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Subject: IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS From: MMario Date: 08 Aug 01 - 11:06 AM Michelle - who came in to ask about the Irish Rebel Spy has an old book entitled "IRISH SONGS AND BALLADS" - that has been in her family for generations; some of which text she is sharing with us. I will be moving text from the other thread and posting others from a gif she has sent.
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