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Thread #52945 Message #813019
Posted By: GUEST,Richie
28-Oct-02 - 07:26 AM
Thread Name: Origins: Johnson Boys/Johnson Gals
Subject: Lyr Add: DORAN'S ASS and FINNIGAN'S WAKE
Here are two sets of lyrics that according to Meade, Spottswood, Meade have similar melody to Johnson Boys:
Similar melody: Johnson Boys
1.One Paddy Doyle lived in Killarney;
He courted a girl called Biddy O'Toole.
Her tongue was tipped with a bit of the blarney;
The same to Pat was a golden rule.
Day and dawn she was his colleen.
Pat was often heard to say,
"Arrah, what's the use of me walking faster?
Biddy, she will meet me on the way."
Chorus: Whack fol loora loora lido
Whack fol loora loor I day.
2. One heavenly night in dull November,
The moon shone dearly from above
The night it was I don't remember
Pat sought out to meet his love.
This boy to-day had drunk some liquor,
His spirits being light and gay.
Fatigue and whisky overcome him;
Pat lay down upon the way
3. Pat lay down in gentle slumber,
Thinking of his Bridget dear,
Dreaming of pleasures without number,
Thinking of her coming near.
But he was not long without a comrade,
And one that could toss up the hay,
For an old jackass had smelled of Paddy,
And he laid beside him on the way.
4. Pat snugged and he hugged this hairy devil,
And threw his head to the world of care.
Says Pat, "She's mine, may the heavens bless her!
But by my soul she's like a bear."
Pat put his head on the donkey's forehead,
And then the ass began to bray.
Pat he yelled and screamed out, "Murder!
Who has served me in such a way?"
5. Pat jumped up and off he ran
At railroad speed and faster too.
He never stopped neither hand nor foot
Till he arrived at Bridget's door.
By this time it was getting morning.
Pat fell on his knees to pray,
Saying, "Open the door, my Bridget darling!
I'm killed, I'm murdered on the way!"
6. Pat told his story mighty civil
While Biddy prepared a whisky glass
How he hugged and he snugged that hairy devil.
"Go along," says Biddy. "It was Doran's ass."
"I knew it was, my Bridget darling."
They both got married that same day,
But Pat he never saw his old straw hat,
For the jackass eat it on the way.
Similar melody: Johnson Boys
Tim Finnigan lived in Walker Street
A gentle Irish man mighty odd.
He'd a beautiful brouge so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
You see he'd a sort of a tippling way
With a love for the liquor, Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the creatur every morn.
Chorus: Whack for the didloh, dance die your partners
Round the floor ye trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnigan's wake.
One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell off the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his head.
His friends assembled at the wake
And Missis Finnigan called for lunch
First they laid out tea and cakes
Then pipes tobacco and whiskey punch.
Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Such a lovely corpse did you ever see
Arrah! Ti avourneen why did you die
Ah! none of your gab said Biddy Magee.
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
Arrah! Biddy says she, you're wrong I'm sure
But Biddy gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor.
Each side in war did soon engage
't was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh-law was all the rage
And the row and a ruction soon began.
Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a gallon of whiskey flew at him
It missed and landed on the bad
The liquor scattered over Tim.
Tim revives! see how he rises
Tim Finnigan jumping from the bed
Crying while he ran around like bazes
Thundering blazes ye think I'm dead.
Note: The title of this well-known Dublin Ballad was used by James Joyce for his famous book which is set in Dublin.