Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown

Subject: Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown
From: jim troy
Date: 03 Sep 24 - 05:32 AM

To the tune of Waxie's Dargle / Brighton Camp

From the singing of my Mother, Josie Troy. 1950ish

Oh, the car broke down
In Booterstown
The ould fella lost his trousers
The horse got shy
And piddled in his eye
And the poor ould man was drownded

missing words etc.

Then she said scram,
So we hopped on a tram
And we sailed for Inchicore sir.

If the lyrics are here already, could you point them to me ?

Thanks, Jim Troy.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown
From: Joe Offer
Date: 03 Sep 24 - 06:34 PM

Hi, Jim - I'm wondering if it's just an alternate verse to Waxies Dargle. It would fit into the song quite nicely. I've crosslinked to our other information on "Waxies Dargle." Crosslinks are in the upper left of this page.
I searched and searched, and couldn't find your verse.

-Joe-

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown
From: jim troy
Date: 05 Sep 24 - 05:51 AM

Thanks Joe,   never thought of that, as an alternative verse, and it staring me in the face !
Murdered that song on at least two occcasions.

But no, the Ma would have politely declined to be associated with the likes of that class of song/singers.
She and her sisters, there were 5, would have been of those Irish songsters, seriously high pitch, ethereal.
Bodenstown Churchyard, Robin Adare, Ellen Aroon.
Great stuff, mighty, your ears would be ringing awhile after.

The car broke down, would have been a fairly risqué for them.

I will chase around the remnants of the clan, rattle a few memories.
(and there y'are, Shem, draggin' up the past again...)