Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown

Subject: Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown
From: jim troy
Date: 03 Sep 24 - 05:32 AM

To the tune of Waxie's Dargle / Brighton Camp

From the singing of my Mother, Josie Troy. 1950ish

Oh, the car broke down
In Booterstown
The ould fella lost his trousers
The horse got shy
And piddled in his eye
And the poor ould man was drownded

missing words etc.

Then she said scram,
So we hopped on a tram
And we sailed for Inchicore sir.

If the lyrics are here already, could you point them to me ?

Thanks, Jim Troy.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown
From: Joe Offer
Date: 03 Sep 24 - 06:34 PM

Hi, Jim - I'm wondering if it's just an alternate verse to Waxies Dargle. It would fit into the song quite nicely. I've crosslinked to our other information on "Waxies Dargle." Crosslinks are in the upper left of this page.
I searched and searched, and couldn't find your verse.

-Joe-

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown
From: jim troy
Date: 05 Sep 24 - 05:51 AM

Thanks Joe,   never thought of that, as an alternative verse, and it staring me in the face !
Murdered that song on at least two occcasions.

But no, the Ma would have politely declined to be associated with the likes of that class of song/singers.
She and her sisters, there were 5, would have been of those Irish songsters, seriously high pitch, ethereal.
Bodenstown Churchyard, Robin Adare, Ellen Aroon.
Great stuff, mighty, your ears would be ringing awhile after.

The car broke down, would have been a fairly risqué for them.

I will chase around the remnants of the clan, rattle a few memories.
(and there y'are, Shem, draggin' up the past again...)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown
From: GUEST
Date: 08 May 25 - 12:15 AM

My old man sung this when I was a kid. I remember it as.

The car broke down in bootherstown
And the jew man lost whiskers
The horse took shy and piddled in his eye and the jew man found his whiskers.

No offense intended, just what he sang.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The car broke down in Booterstown
From: jim troy
Date: 19 Jul 26 - 05:48 AM

This is what you get for trawling, instead of productive work...
So, 20 years later !
Thanks Joe Offer, for all the help, and links

My Mother, Josie Troy, sang this in her house work,
to our great delight, and us kids, would join in with the
"she said scram "

By Harry O'Donovan, he of Biddy Mulligan,
(Jimmy O'Dea Gaiety Theatre etc )


    THE VAMP OF INCHICORE (Tune, Brighton Camp, Waxie's Dargle)

I'm a hardy Irish sailor-man
From Ringsend's port I hail, Sir
I brave the wild tempestuous waves
From Dublin to Kinsale, Sir
On the bould Royal Iris
A second mate you'll find me
As I look across the bay and think
Of the girls I left behind me

Oh the first time that she came aboard
Was a Sunday trip I think, Sir
Her eyes fell on me uniform
And she gave me the wink, Sir
She hoved to and signalled me
That noblets corner look, Sir
And that's how the Vamp of Inchicore
Got me upon the hook, Sir

I saw the deep blue in her eye
And thought it looked quite fine, Sir
But she was smarter for than I
She saw the green in mine
And when the ship was tied up to
And we stepped on the shore, Sir
I found that I was tied up to
To the Vamp of Inchicore, Sir

Oh we went to a lovely restaurant
Where cups and saucers matches
She kept on eating till i thought
She'd surely burst her hatches
Now some folks likes the little drink
And some folks fancies more, Sir
But she drank me six months wages dry
The Vamp of Inchicore, Sir

They say that all the nice girls
Love a sailor and it's true, Sir
But if there's many more like her
They're welcome as the blues, Sir
She took me out, she took me in
Till I fell on the floor, Sir
Then she said, "Scram!"
So I hopped on a tram
And I sailed from Inchicore Sir

So ships are not the only spots
Where sailors risk their necks, Sir
'Tis when the girls are on the shore
You really see the wrecks, Sir
I don't despise all golden hair
And blue eyes I adore, Sir
But shiver me timbers, mind your step
If they come from Inchicore, Sir!