Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter

Subject: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: Piper Ian
Date: 19 Feb 00 - 02:57 AM

Does anyone know the song that includes the words "Mrs McGilligan's Daughter, Mary Ann"? Where can I find the lyrics? Thank Ian

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: MudGuard
Date: 19 Feb 00 - 05:51 AM

I have one song in my collection with a McGilligan's daughter. The red parts I am not sure whether I heard correctly what is sung.

If You're Irish

Oh if you're Irish come into the parlour,
There's a welcome there for you;
And if your name is Timothy or Pat,
As long as you come from Ireland,
There's a welcome on the mat,
Oh if You come from the Mountains of Mourne,
Or Killarney's lakes so blue,
We'll sing you a song, we'll make a fuss,
As long as you're Irish you're one of us
If you're Irish, this is the place for you!
Lalalalalala lalalalalala

Chorus

Hey come into the parlour and make yourself at home
Come into the parlour, you won't be on your own
There's Mick McGee, and there is Laugherty
There's Murphy and McDoon
They say McGilligan's daughter
Doesn't know the taste of water
Oh they re' great, the staff has taken enough
The rightful have the town
There's plenty of old poteen
If your water was a dazzle
If you are Irish you sure are welcome
For there's a hooley on in Hannigan's house tonight.

Lalalalalala lalalalalala
Oh here I am from Paddy's land,
A land of high renown
And up the hearts of all the girls
Of miles and kiddy town
Ah when they hear that I'm aware
They'll raise a hullabaloo
When they hear about the handsome lad
They collow down the who
For I'm the fighter screezer
And I'm a wighter teaser
I'm the biter squeezer
And I tell you what I'll do
I'll court alike an Irish mum
And brogue and blarney too
With a Ralligan, Falligan, Halligan, Fralligan
And bollow down the who
Hey

Are you right there, Michael, are you right
Do you think that we'll be home before the night
Sure you took so long at starting
That I could not say for certain
Still we might, hey Michael, ah, we might
Are you right there, Michael, are you right
Do you think that we'll be home before the night
Sure you took so long at starting
That I could not say for certain
Still we might, hey Michael, now, we might

You got to be there,
A hooley on in Hannigan's house tonight.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: Brakn
Date: 19 Feb 00 - 10:11 AM

MudGuard, do you want the words to those song?

Mick McGilligan's Daughter Mary Anne

I'm a gallant Irishman, I've a daughter Mary Anne
She's the sweetest, neatest, colleen in the Isle
Though she can't now purchase satin, she's a wonder at bog latin
In a fluent, fascinatin' sort of style
When she's sellin' fruit or fish, sure, it is her fondest wish
For to capture with her charm some handsome man
Ah! no matter where she goes, sure, everybody knows
That she's Mick McGilligan's daughter Mary Anne

Chorus
She's a darlin', she's a daisy and she's set the city crazy
Though in build, and talk, and manner, like a man
When me precious love draws near, you can hear the people cheer
For Mick McGilligan's daughter Mary Anne

There are eight more verses!!! Do you want them?
Written by Louis A. Tierney


Regards Mick Bracken

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: wysiwyg
Date: 19 Feb 00 - 10:42 AM

YES VERSES!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: Susan of DT
Date: 19 Feb 00 - 11:15 AM

Patrick Galvin sang the chorus as:

She's me darlin', she's me daisy
She damn near drives me crazy
She's got hairs upon her chest like any man;
And you know she's on the rocks
When she's wearin' cotton socks
Mick McGilligan's daughter, Mary Ann.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: MudGuard
Date: 19 Feb 00 - 05:05 PM

Brakn, the request came from Piper Ian.
I just tried to help!
MudGuard

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: GUEST,Brakn
Date: 20 Feb 00 - 09:59 PM

I'm a gallant Irishman, I've a daughter Mary Anne
She's the sweetest, neatest, colleen in the Isle
Though she can't now purchase satin, she's a wonder at bog latin
In a fluent, fascinatin' sort of style
When she's sellin' fruit or fish, sure, it is her fondest wish
For to capture with her charm some handsome man
Ah! no matter where she goes, sure, everybody knows
That she's Mick McGilligan's daughter Mary Anne

Chorus after every verse
She's a darlin', she's a daisy and she's set the city crazy
Though in build, and talk, and manner, like a man
When me precious love draws near, you can hear the people cheer
For Mick McGilligan's daughter Mary Anne

She's so frolicsome and hearty she's the life of every party
She's invited to the hoolies, wan and all
For her big explosive laugh would cheer up a sick giraffe
Och! a noble heart is b'aten 'neath her shawl
Sure tis aisy to be seen that she is no beauty queen
And her double chin is steam-rolled every day
And her eyebrows they are shifted, and her face is being lifted
Though who is goin' to lift it, I can't say

The concertina she can play in a captivatin' way
And wan single semi quaver never misses
Arrah! while you'd reckon four, they'd be dancin' on the floor
Tangos, polkas, waltzes, wan-steps, and schottisches
Middle notes play with her nose tappin' time with her big toes
While the company admire her figure vast
Them musicianers mad jealous sure they're long haired dreamy fellows
And they know me daughter's tone is unsurpassed

She has fine peroxide thresses and some gorgeous wan-piece dresses
She can use her feet delightful in a dance
Any reel or rink-a-fawder doesn't cause her any bother
Or them foreign tarantellas straight from France
Like a wartime armoured sloop, she gives wan terrific whoop
And comes sailin' through the room, accordin' to plan
Then yeh'll hear the M.C. shout, "Gents and ladies please look out
Here's Mick McGilligan's daughter Mary Anne

At elocution she is great, sure "The Abbey"and "The Gate"
They were clamourin' for to have her on the stage
But me daughter's so refined, all their offers she declined
And the managers all are in a towerin' rage
At Hollywood, likewise, all them film-actin' guys
Are rampageous to get Mary Anne to stay
But she won't leave lover Jim, 'cos she idolises him
And it's comin' soon, me daughter's weddin' day

Mary Anne has got a voice that would mark a lark rejoice
A glorious high sultana, clear and strong
Thrush and linnet stop their singin' when me daughter is beginin'
For they know that somethin', somewhere, has gone wrong
Her low notes as loud as thunder, nearly tear your brain asunder
They go whistlin' through the air like twelve inch shells
Sure no depth charge, bomb, or blitz, can be said to equal this
For the atmosphere is filled with shrieks and yells

Tho' she's nearin' twenty stone, she a charm just all her own
She's as graceful as a hippy-pot-a-mus
On her broad expansive face, smiles of welcome we can trace
When she scurtinises everyone of us
We've a hooley every year, when her birthday's dhrawin' near
But achone! mavrone! a pain is in me heart
For I'm goin' to lose me daughter for another wan has bought her
And I know with Mary Anne I have to part

Her finance's name is Jim, he is wiry, tall, an' slim
He tarries at the milk bar all day long
But me cushla dove delights in his many glorious fights
Every single man for miles has heard the gong
Tho' not massive or not bold, he is feared be young and old
Nature built him on a most original plan
Only wan alone he fears, and he hastily disappears
When he sees me little baby, Mary Anne

Ach! the weddin' is tomorrow and a suit I've got to borrow
I must have me father's watch and chain as well
And on Michael's Hill I'll get a tall hat and tie, you bet
And a pair of spats to make me quite a swell
Then I'll give me daughter Anne, to the care of her good man
While I'm dhrownded in confetti and in rice
And at the breakfast after, we'll have song, and dance and laughter
And a gross or two of stout ought to suffice

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Feb 00 - 10:01 PM

Oh, I'm a guest now!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mrs McGilligan's Daughter
From: Piper Ian
Date: 21 Feb 00 - 09:25 AM

Thanks to all who responded, especially Brakn who took the trouble to type all the verses. That's just what I was looking for. Once again, thank you.