Micks, Sticks, Boyne Water

Greetings this is Gargoyle. If you are afraid run away NOW!

(Mr. Joe and Max - I am NOT attempting to resurrect "The Mudcat Irish Troubles of years past"

(Moderator/Urinal-Swisher please consult the above authorities before thread obliviation)

A little help please. I have spent a delightful day with a kindred friend from kindergarten days.

May we...might we finally return to a true discussion of an "Irish" song???

Boyne Water

A bunch of micks
With some sticks
At Boyne Water

It is the phrase his father, born from mixed Irish/Scot roots, would sing.

It was recited to me almost tune-less, with the enhanced sylobic beat, it appears to be, perhaps, a chorus.

The history of the event is clear

Anything to add to the lyrics?

SOURCES - (Oral Trad is GRAND - but IF could you add a location, approximate time period, and a real name with the above it would be like one of those "male empowerment experiences" my e-mail is flooded with.

I believe that this fragment may have distant Oral Trad roots...it would be nice to establish a scion.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

Not ALL the world is contained within Google(rest your blessed souls my little LK and Spew you both have your lower kingdom, stay there) so PLEASE do not do a Google and spew the same lazy laughing KatKrap back...

The history of the event is clear
Anything to add to the lyrics?

If this goes beyond ONE it will be a surprise. The unfortunate state of Mudcat is HITS - some here have over 30 THOUSAND postings - but little is above petty pebbles in a brook.