BRIGID HOGAN

Traditional[?]

There is an old man name of Hogan,
And he's bothering me out of my life.
For he has a fine daughter named Brigid,
And he wants me to make her my wife.
She stands six foot four in her stockings,
And herself of myself would make three,
And whenever I try for to kiss her,
Sure, my shoulders won't reach to her knees!

Oh, Patsy McCann, will you marry my daughter?
Patsy McCann, she's the girl you should wed!
Ten silver Sovereigns down I will give you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick,
Are the pictures that hang on the wall.
I will throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry me daughter at all!

So I married his old Brigid Hogan,
And she's mine now for better or worse,
But the blessing that she should have brought me,
Turned into a terrible curse!
For she beats me, she kicks me she bangs me,
And I'm tied, so I can't run away,
But a six-foot-four beauty's a caution,
But worse was her father, to say:

Chorus

"Brigid Hogan" was sung by Joe Heany, and recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan McColl, in or about 1964. GW also remembers the song having been sung by Lawrence Older, Adirondack woodsman and singer. Kendall is of the view that the words should be "...and she kicks me when I run away." GW, JWM