Lyr Req: Big Strong Man

Subject: Lyrics wanted: Big Strong Man
From:
Date: 07 Mar 97 - 06:52 PM

I need lyrics to Whiskey in the Jar, Big Strong Man, Finnegan's Wake, Bog down in the Valley, and All for Me Grog.

Thankyou

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Subject: RE: Lyrics to: Big Strong Man
From: Duster Jim
Date: 07 Mar 97 - 09:28 PM

The lyrics for "Big Strong Man" are listed in another thread dated 1/13/97. To show the threads for that date, go to the top of the page and click the age box and and change the options (pick 365 days and browse all of the threads), then click the show threads button and scroll down to 1/13/97 and there it is. enjoy, Duster Jim

Subject: Lyr Add: WHISKEY IN THE JAR
From:
Date: 08 Mar 97 - 10:43 AM

WHISKEY IN THE JAR

As I was going over the farm famed Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver.

Chorus: Musha ring durram do durram dah
Whack fol de daddio
Whack for de daddio
There's whiskey in the jar.

I counted out my money and it made a pretty penny
I put in my pocket and gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy. Chorus

I went into my chamber for to take a slumber
I dreamt of golden jewels and sure it was no wonder
For Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrel to be ready for slaughter. Chorus

'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell
I then produced my pistol for she'd stolen away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken. Chorus

There's some takin' delight in the carriages of a rolling
Others take delight in the hurley and the bowling
But I take delight in the juice of barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early. Chorus

If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army
I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me, we'd go rovin' in Kilkenny
I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting jenny. Chorus

(Recorded by The Dubliners)

E N J O Y ! !

Ezio, Italy

Subject: Lyr Add: FINNEGAN'S WAKE
From:
Date: 08 Mar 97 - 10:45 AM

Here you are FINNEGAN's WAKE:

FINNEGAN'S WAKE

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Watkins Street
A gentleman Irish might odd
He had a broad brogue rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
Oh but Tim had a bit of a tippler's way
With a lump of liquor he was born
And to send the monies way each day
He'd drop of the creator every morn

Chorus
Whack for the dah will you dance to your partners
Around the floor your trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

No one morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell of the ladder and he broke his skull
Then they carried him home his corpse to wake
They laid him out upon the bed
With a bundle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrell of porter at his head

Chorus

And his friend assembled at the wake
And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
Well first she brought them tay and cake
Then piped tobacco and brandy punch
The widow Malone began to cry
Oh such lovely corpse did ye's ever see
Musha Tim, mavourneen why did you die?
Will you hold your gob said Molly Magee

Chorus

Ah well Mary Murphy took up the job
Ah Biddie, says she, You're wrong I'm sure
Well Biddie fetched her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
And a civil war did then engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Sure laly law was all the rage
And a row and eruption it soon began

Chorus

Ah Tim Moloney ducked his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
He ducked and landing on the bed
The Whiskey scatters over Tim
Ah, be daddy a boys and see how he rises
Tim Finnegan risin in the bed
Saying twirl your whiskey around like blazes
By the thundering Jaysus do you think I'm dead

Chorus

How is the ould one? ... - Game ball ...

(Recorded by The Dubliners)

Subject: RE: Lyrics to: Big Strong Man
From: rich r
Date: 08 Mar 97 - 01:55 PM

A search of DT would have been a good start.

search "whiskey jar" gets two versions, Gilgarry Mountain and Kilgary Mountain.

search "finnegan wake" gets you Finegan's Wake and a parody Finnegan's Other Wake.

search "grog" turns up Oh For Me Grog, perhaps what you want.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Big Strong Man
From: GUEST
Date: 29 Aug 13 - 12:56 AM

Here is a variation of the lyrics for Finnegan's Wake.

FINNEGAN'S WAKE

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street
A gentleman Irish might odd
He had a tongue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
Oh but Tim had a sort of tippling way
With a love of the liquor he was born
And to start him on his way each day
He'd drop of the creator every morn

Chorus
Whack for the dah now dance to your partners
Around and round your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy he began to shake
He fell of the ladder and he broke his skull
Then they carried him home his corpse to wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean
They laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrell of porter at his head

Chorus

His friend assembled at the wake
And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
Well first she brought them tay and cake
Then piped tobacco and whisky punch
The widow Malone began to cry
Such nice clean corpse did ye's ever see
Musha Tim, mavourneen why did you die?
Will you hold your gob said Paddy Magee

Chorus

Well Mrs O Conner took up the job
Ah Biddie, says she, You're wrong I'm sure
When Biddie hit her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
And then a mighty war did then engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Silelegh law was all the rage
And a row and eruption soon began

Chorus

Ah Micky Moloney ducked his head
When a nagan of whiskey flew at him
He ducked and it fell on the bed
And the whiskey scatters over Tim
Ah, bedad he revives and see how he rises
Timothy risin up in the bed
Saying fling me whiskey around like blazes
Thundering Jaysus do you think I'm dead

Chorus

How is the ould one? ... - Game ball ...

(Enda McCabe)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Big Strong Man
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 29 Aug 13 - 11:46 AM

Re: Big Strong Man

Check out MY BROTHER SYLVESTE in the DT

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Big Strong Man
From: Steve Gardham
Date: 29 Aug 13 - 03:46 PM

Original title 'My Brudda Sylvest' 1908
Words Jesse Lasky
Music Fred Fischer

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Big Strong Man
From: GUEST,JTT
Date: 29 Aug 13 - 06:00 PM

Drop o' the craythur, dance to your partner, naggin of whiskey, etc.

Another version of the song, from the Celtic Lyrics Collection, is more like what I've always sung along to:

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

--
And from sing365.com:


Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Haaaaaaaavvvvveeeeeee

Have you heard about the big strong man
He lived in a caravan
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Oh what a hell of a fight
You can take all the heavyweights you got (What you got!)
We got a lad who will beat the whole lot (Whole lot!)
He use to ring the bells in the belfry,
Now he's going to fight Jack Dempsey.

Chorus:
He was my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)
He's got a row of forty medals on his chest (Big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the West,
He knows no rest, think of a man, hellsfire
Don't push, just shove, plenty of room for you and me
He's got an arm like a leg,
And a punch that could sink a battle ship (Big ship!)
it takes all the Army and the Navy
To put the wind up Sylvest

He thought he'd take a trip to Italy
He thought that he'd go by sea,
He dived off the harbor at New York
And he swam like a man made of cork
He saw the Lusitania in distress (What'd he do?)
He Put the Lusitania on his chest (Big chest!)
He drank all the water in the sea
Then he walked all the way to Italy.

Repeat Chorus

He thought he'd take a trip to old Japan.
They turned out the whole brass band.
He played every instrument they got
like a lad sure he beat the whole lot.
Now The old church bells will ring (hell's bells)
The whole Church choir will sing. (hell's fire!)
They all turned out to say farewell to
My big brother, Sylvest.

Repeat Chorus

Yeah, he was my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)
He's got a row of forty medals on his chest (Big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the West,
He knows no rest, think of the man, hellfire
Don't push, just shove, plenty of room for you and me


And from kinglaoghaire.com:

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes and me head is full of aches
And I have to take a path for way out yonder

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots
They're all sold for beer and tobacco
See the soles they were thin and the uppers were lettin' in
And the heels were lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves were all worn out and the collar been torn about
And the tail was lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me wife, me noggin', noggin' wife
She's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see her front it was worn out and her tail I kicked about
And I'm sure she's lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me bed, me noggin', noggin' bed
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see I sold it to the girls until the springs were all in twirls
And the sheets they're lookin' out for better weather

And it's all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin' gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

and from thebards.net:

O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o
O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o

And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin' tree
With the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that tree there was a limb, a rare limb, a rattlin' limb
With the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that limb there was a branch, a rare branch, a rattlin' branch
With the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.

(Repeat, adding a line each time)
Now on that branch there was a twig, a rare twig, a rattlin' twig.....

Now on that twig there was a nest, a rare nest, a rattlin' nest.....

Now in that nest there was an egg , a rare egg, a rattlin' egg.....

Now in that egg there was a bird, a rare bird, a rattlin' bird.....

Now on that bird there was a feather, a rare feather, a rattlin' feather .....

Now on that feather there was a flea, a rare flea, a rattlin' flea .....