Lyr Req: The Old Thatched Cottage on the Hill

Subject: Lyr Req: The Old Thatched Cottage on the hIll
From: GUEST,Ron
Date: 15 Apr 08 - 03:46 PM

I am trying to find out these Lyrics and who may have recorded it

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Thatched Cottage on the hIll
From: Peace
Date: 15 Apr 08 - 07:03 PM

"Little Old Thatched Cottage on the Hill"


Recording info here.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Thatched Cottage on the hIll
From: Peace
Date: 15 Apr 08 - 07:31 PM

It's on this CD also.

Subject: CLONES: NOTE title difference.
From: Peace
Date: 15 Apr 08 - 07:39 PM

I cannot locate lyrics. Sorry. Likely have to come from someone who owns the CD. Good luck to you.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Thatched Cottage on the hIll
From: Peace
Date: 16 Apr 08 - 05:44 PM

Refresh--in case the original poster has lost the thread.

Subject: Lyr Add: LITTLE OLD THATCHED COTTAGE ON THE HILL
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 19 Apr 08 - 12:23 AM

Andy Cooney sings this on his album "Galway Shawl," Rego Irish, 2001. I transcribed these words from a sound sample:

LITTLE OLD THATCHED COTTAGE ON THE HILL
Traditional

"…for in Paddy's land, it's poverty you'll find."
Those were the words my father spoke when I left old Erin's shore.
His last farewell is in my mem'ry still…


Then I found the following lyrics at http://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/hardyson.htm


THE LITTLE OLD MUD CABIN ON THE HILL (Roud 9271)
As sung by Eddie Coyle
(Recorded by Keith Summers at Eugene Smyth's bar in Maguiresbridge, Co Fermanagh, after a hunt, Winter 1977)

Go sell the pig and the cow and all, and we'll take you far away,
For your dear old parents you must leave behind.
Go and seek your fortune far away in a land across the sea,
For in Paddy's land it's poverty you'll find.

Those were the words my mother spake as I left old Ireland,
And the sad farewell is in my memory still,
As I placed that bundle on my back, and I left for ever more,
From yon little old mud cabin on the hill.

CHORUS: Oh, for the roof was thatched with yellow straw, and the walls were white as snow,
And the turf fire boiled the pot; I see it still.
Old Ireland's engraven in my heart. It's the place where I was born,
In that little old thatched cabin on the hill.

I still can see the turf fire with my mother by its side,
My dear old father sitting by her side,
His pipe is lit and the smoke ascends, and they're thinking of the time
When they sent their darling boy across the tide.

No more I'll see them dancing on yon kitchen floor
To the music of the bagpipes loud and shrill.
No more I'll see the happy times that we had in days of yore,
In yon little old mud cabin on the hill. CHORUS


Sam Henry published this song, from the singing of James Stewart, of Ballymoney, Co Antrim, in 1936. It was also collected twice in the USA at about the same time.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Old Thatched Cottage on the Hill
From: GUEST,Ron Edwards
Date: 21 Apr 08 - 08:30 PM

Thanbk you kindly Mr. Dixon I appreciate it