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Posted By: Jim Dixon
20-Mar-04 - 01:51 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Miltown Cockroach (Con Ó Drisceoil)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE MILTOWN COCKROACH (Con Ó Drisceoil)
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THE MILTOWN COCKROACH
(Con Ó Drisceoil)

Oh, the West County Clare is a beautiful place;
Its people a charming and musical race.
'Tis pleasant to view it by car or by coach,
But a blot on the landscape is the Miltown Cockroach.
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

The Miltown Cockroach is a martyr for beer.
His eye it is evil, his aspect severe.
He barks like a bulldog and kicks like a mule,
And he drinks and he fights and he plays game of pool.
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

In Sweet Miltown Malbay one night in July,
I retired to my bed as the sunrise was nigh.
Established in comfort with grunts and with yawns,
I shortly was dreaming of tunes and rabhcáns.
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

But I woke with a start after two hours or so
To a loud crunching noise coming from my big toe.
This insect most foul then came into my view.
On the sole of my foot he proceeded to chew.
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

So I jumped from the bed with a terrible screech,
Saying, "Mister Cockroach, of the law you're in breach.
On a citizen's blood you may not slake your thirst
Without gaining the donor's approval at first."
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

"Of the legal position," says he, "I have doubt,
For this blood is at least fifty-eight percent stout.
So stop quoting law, and lie down again quick,
Till myself and my buddies conclude our picnic."
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

I tried to sweet-talk him with eloquent chat,
Saying, "A gourmet like you should know better than that.
Look at my carcass. 'Tis scrawny and tough,
While of plump tender youths there are surely enough."
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

Says the cockroach, "You speak like a poet and a sage,
But truly you don't taste too bad for your age.
My friends have decided that here we will dine,
While the meat isn't great, sure the pickle is fine!"
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

So I tackled those insects with brain and with brawn.
We struggled and tore at each other till dawn.
I fought them with bites and with blows and with kicks.
I tried burning and drowning and all sorts of tricks.
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

But that offspring of Satan came at me in gangs,
Snarling and showing me their venomous fangs.
They crawled from the ditches and out of the sewers,
Ten thousand or more of them six-legged hoors.
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

They covered the ground like a black shiny sheet
Till I knew it was time for to sound the retreat.
I turned and ran, full of loathing and dread,
And from Sweet Miltown Malbay that morning I fled.
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

Oh, the black widow spider is not a nice toy,
And the African cobra is one ugly boy;
But both of them surely are cuddly and fair
Compared to the man-eating cockroach from Clare.
Rally ra fol the doh, rally ra fol the dee.

A heart-felt, if unscientific, treatise on the wildlife of West Clare, this song was inspired by Con's dramatic encounter with a black beetle while camping in a Miltown Malbay back-garden during Scoil Shamhraidh Willie Clancy.

Tá meas an domhain ag Con ar thraidisiún amhránaíochta Mhúscraí, agus ar nós na n-amhrán eile a chum sé, úsáideann an ceann seo fonn ón gceantar sin; sa chás seo fonn an amhráin ghrinn The Trip to Guagán.

[As recorded by The Four Star Trio (Con "Fada" Ó Drisceoil, Johnny McCarthy & Pat "Herring" Ahern) on "The Square Triangle," Craft Recordings, CRCD02.]

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Rough translation of the sleevenote in Irish:
Con has great regard for the Muskerry song traditon and, as with others of his songs, this one uses an air from that tradition. In this case, it's the air of the comic song The Trip to Gougane
Mudelf