Origins: I'll Never Get Drunk Anymore

13 Mar 14 - 07:26 PM (#3609504)
Subject: Origins: I'll Never Get Drunk Anymore
From: GUEST,Andrew Murphy

Hi Mudcatters, Ive been looking into this song, I'll Never Get Drunk Anymore. It appears in Popular Songs Of Ireland by T. C. Croker and says the tune is "Mall Brook".

Accorsing to Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 6 The song is formed upon the Scottish ditty :

I'll never get drunk anymore,
I'll never get drunk anymore:
But aye when I smell good liquor,
I'll just look in at the door.

And also there is a song by the same title on youtube.com reorded by Riley Puckett.

Question 1: Is the American (Puckett) song derived from the Irish/Scottish versions?

Question 2: Does anyone know the tune "Mall Brook"?

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14 Mar 14 - 12:23 PM (#3609679)
Subject: RE: Origins: I'll Never Get Drunk Anymore
From: GUEST,Fred McCormick

Can't help you with question 2, but I suspect that Mall Brook is a corruption of Mall Rua or the Red Bog. The tune is aka Ta'im In Arrears and is used for several English language songs including The Devil and Bailiff McGlynn and The Wheels of the World.

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14 Mar 14 - 01:23 PM (#3609695)
Subject: RE: Origins: I'll Never Get Drunk Anymore
From: gnu

Google "Mall Brook" lyrics and this thread is the first ref you get. I didn't look at the other 119 results.

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14 Mar 14 - 08:26 PM (#3609770)
Subject: RE: Origins: I'll Never Get Drunk Anymore
From: GUEST,Andrew Murphy

from http://www.fresnostate.edu Mall Brook could be Malbrouk, which is the tune to "He's A Jolly Good Fellow" and "We Won't Go Home Til Morning". Further there is a Kerry polka called "We Won't Go Home Til Morning" or "The Jar Of Porter" which is the tune to the Dubliners song Jar Of Porter.
Confused

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14 Mar 14 - 08:27 PM (#3609771)
Subject: Lyr Add: I'LL NEVER GET DRUNK ANY MORE!
From: GUEST,Andrew Murphy

Sorry should have posted lyrics

I'LL NEVER GET DRUNK ANY MORE!

Tune—"Mall Brook."

One night when I got frisky
Over some poteen whisky,
Like waves in the Bay of Biscay,
    I began to tumble and roar.
My face was red as a lobster,
I fell and I broke my nob, sir,
My watch was picked from my fob, sir—
    Oh, I'll never get drunk any more!

Now I'm resolved to try it,
I'll live upon moderate diet;
I'll not drink, but will deny it,
    And shun each alehouse-door;
For that's the place, they tell us,
We meet with all jovial good fellows;
But I swear by the poker and bellows
    I'll never get drunk any more.

The landlady is unwilling
To credit you for a shilling;
She straightways sends her bill in,
    And asks you to pay your score.
And if with money you're stocked,
She'll not stop till she's emptied your pocket;
Then the cellar-door is locked,
    And you cannot get drunk any more.

So by me now take caution,
Put drinking out of fashion,
For your own brains out you're dashing:
    Don't you feel your head quite sore?
For when all night you've tarried
Drinking of punch and claret,
In the morning home you're carried,
    (Saying) "I'll never get drunk any more."

A man that's fond of boozing,
His cash goes daily oozing;
His character he's loosing,
    And it's loss he will deplore.
His wife is unprotected,
His business is neglected,
Himself is disrespected,
    So, do not get drunk any more.

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