Lyr Req: Irish Jubilee

Subject: Irish Jubilee
From: Trout Black
Date: 30 Mar 99 - 08:39 PM

I am badly in need of the lyrics to Irish Jubilee. If someone could please Email me ([e-mail]) those lyrics I would be forever in debt to them. Thank you.

-Trout Black

Subject: RE: Irish Jubilee
From: Bruce O.
Date: 30 Mar 99 - 08:48 PM

This was the subject of a recent thread that I can't remember the title of. My recollection is the words and music are in the Levy sheet music collection (Mudcats Links).

Subject: RE: Irish Jubilee
From: Penny
Date: 31 Mar 99 - 06:46 AM

The thread with the link to the words is: Victorian Irish patter-song for the 17th? <-b> Sorry, don't know how to get you there directly.

Subject: RE: Irish Jubilee
From: Penny
Date: 31 Mar 99 - 06:46 AM

Or how to get out of bold

Subject: RE: Irish Jubilee
From: Penny
Date: 31 Mar 99 - 07:19 AM

I've printed out the commands now, so should get it right next time.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE IRISH JUBILEE
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 31 Mar 99 - 08:13 PM

THE IRISH JUBILEE

A short time ago an Irishman named Docherty Was elected to the Senate by a very large majority

Sure he felt so elected that he went to Denis Cassidy Who owned a bar room of a very large capacity

Arra, says Docherty go over to the brewer and order A hundred kegs of lager beer and give it to the poor!

Then go over to the butchers shop and order up a ton of meat Be sure the boys and girls have got all they want to drink and eat

They made me their senator, to show them all me gratitude They'll have the finest supper ever given in the latitude

Tell them the music will be furnished by O'Rafferty Assisted on the bagpipes by Felix Mick M'Cafferty

Sure whatever the expenses are, remember I'll put up the tin And anyone who doesn't come, be sure and do not let them in

Now Cassidy at once sent out the invitations And anyone who came was a credit to the nation

Some came on bicycles because they had no fares to pay And all those that did not come, made up their minds to stay away

Two by three they all rushed in the dining hall Young men and old men and girls that were not men at all

Blind men and deaf men and men who had the chickenpox Single men and double men and men who had their glasses on

Well in a few minutes nearly every chair was taken Till the taprooms and mushrooms were packed to suffocation

When everyone was seated and we started to lay out the feast Cassidy says rise up and give us each a cake apiece

He then said as manager he would try and fill the chair We then sat down and all looked over the bill of fare

Well there was pigs heads, goldfish, mocking birds and ostriches Ice cream, cold cream, Vaseline and sandwiches

Blue fish, green fish, fishhooks and partridges Fishballs, snowballs, cannonballs and cartridges

We ate oatmeal till we could hardly stirabout Ketch-up and hurry-up, sweet-kraut and sauer-kraut

Dressed beef and naked beef and beef with all its trousers on Soda crackers, fire crackers, Cheshire cheese with breeches on

Beefsteaks and mistakes were down upon the bill of fare Roast ribs and spare ribs and ribs that we couldn't spare

Reindeer, snowdeer and dear me and antelope The women ate so much melon ,the men said they cantaloupe

Red herrings, smoked herrings, herrings from old Erin's Isle Bangor loaf and fruit cake and sausages a half a mile

Hot corn, cold corn, and corn cake and honey-comb Red birds and red books, sea bass and sea foam

Fried liver, baked liver, Carter's little liver pills And everyone was wondering who was going to pay the bill

Well we ate everything that was on the bill of fare And then we looked on the back to see if any more was there

Well for dessert we had ice picks, tooth picks and a piece of skipping rope And we washed them all down with a big piece of shaving soap

The bad played hornpipes, gaspipes and Irish reels And we danced to the music of "The wind that shakes the Barley fields"

Then the piper played ould tunes and spittoons so very fine Then in came fiddler Pat and gave to him a glass of wine

Arra a finer set of dancers you never set your eyes upon And anyone who couldn't dance was dancing with their slippers on

Some danced jig steps door steps and highland flings And Murphy took his penknife out and tried to cut the "Pigeon's wings"

When the dance was over Cassidy told us all to join hands and sing this good old chorus:

Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot, who ever you may be Lets think of the good ould times we had at the Irish Jubilee!

from Robin Morton's "Folksongs sung in Ulster" MR @Irish @drink @food filename[ IRSHJUB play.exe~IRSHJUB MR APR99

Subject: RE: Irish Jubilee
From: Wolfgang
Date: 01 Apr 99 - 05:48 AM

APR99!, thanks, Dick, for a sneak preview to the next addition of songs.

Wolfgang