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Lyr Req: The Road from Killorglin to Caherciveen

12 Apr 01 - 05:38 PM (#439314)
Subject: the road from killorglin to caherciveen
From: GUEST,Danny Casey


13 Apr 01 - 02:44 PM (#439931)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the road from killorglin to caherciv
From: vindelis

do you have any other info? It does not appear to be listed on any traditional irishh soong/music site I have looked at.


13 Apr 01 - 05:02 PM (#440011)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the road from killorglin to caherciv
From: MartinRyan

There's a mention of it HERE

Regards


13 Apr 01 - 05:19 PM (#440016)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req
From: GUEST,eric.s@roadrunner.nf.net

Artist: Micheal Jackson.

Lyric: Darkness falls acoss the land, The midnight hour is close at hand, creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize your neighbourhood, and who so ever shall be found, without the soul for "getting down"

P.S.: The above lyrics are spoken, not sung.


24 Jul 11 - 05:22 PM (#3194508)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Road from Killorglin to Caherciveen
From: GUEST

anyone know where to download this song


24 Jul 11 - 06:27 PM (#3194548)
Subject: Lyr Add: WILLIE GOGGIN'S HAT (Jack Hardy)
From: GUEST,SRD

Dunno about a download but is this the same song?

Met him on the Killorglin road
Thinking mine was a heavy load
Said to stop and rest awhile
Long enough to find your smile
Said I don't know this and I don't know that
But I know what's under Willie Goggin's hat

chorus:
And if it ain't broke don't fix it
But how many of us ain't broke
And how many of us ain't died
A thousand broken hearted lives?
And how many of us, amen
Ain't got a broken heart to mend?

And I may be a tinker and I may be a fool
But I'll fix anything as good as new
I can fix anything but the golden rule
For gold can only fill a tooth
Long as I've got the price of a pint
My hands are rough but I can sleep at night

I learned years ago and years since then
There's no such thing as a common man
Don't work for pay, get paid for work
And on the day I forgot these words
I lost the play and I played a part
And I lost the gift of a golden heart

There are those that always buy things new
And those that always must make do
Here's to Mary-Margaret and Maureen
And all the folks from Cahirciveen
Who'd give you the shirt off their back
And gave me Willie Goggin's hat

In which case the song is Willie Goggins Hat and can be found on youtube as well as elsewhere.


31 Jul 11 - 12:04 AM (#3198902)
Subject: Lyr Add: ON THE ROAD FROM KILLORGLIN TO CAHERCIVEE
From: Jim Dixon

From a blog called On the road from Killorglin to Caherciveen:


ON THE ROAD FROM KILLORGLIN TO CAHERCIVEEN
Words by Dennis Martin McCarthy; music by Jim Diggin.

As I stepped out from Francey Sheehan's one morning so fair,
I bumped into Maureen Darky and her locks of red hair.
She broke into verse with a thrust of her chest,
And shattered the windows of Paddy Brennan's passing hearse.

And now we go westward to a place called Caragh Lake,
Where Fergal O'Brien pumps his iron all day,
Kerry's Bog Village is a place to behold,
While a drunk cuckoo tries to find his way home.

And now we're in Glenbeigh, the loveliest of them all,
With all of its characters lined up to enthrall,
From the Gour, Johnny Mahoney to Waxy and Peadar,
And Brendan Sweeney thrown to add a bit of swagger.

The Towers on a Saturday is like Milltown Mart,
With all the local farmers leaving off a couple of farts,
From drinking bad Guinness and eating in Breen's,
'Tis a wonder we all have any spleens.

So to all a farewell and with this I do leave,
For what else do I say only "up Ballycleave",
For if Glenbeigh is now a part of the USA,
Then fuck it, John Egg, you must be gay.


28 Dec 12 - 02:39 PM (#3458314)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Road from Killorglin to Caherciveen
From: GUEST

as a child 3o years ago i used to see a man in the towers pub in glenbiegh very nice chap brendan morearty he was the original person who wrote the song the road from killorglin to caherciveen and would sing this during the summer holidays at night in the pub a fine singer