Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht

Subject: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht
From: Gulliver
Date: 11 Dec 07 - 11:23 AM

This is a humorous recitation rather than a song, mainly in English with Irish words:

First Verse:

On a little farm near Ceathrú Rua
Lived buachaill maith named Micheál Mór
An only son of thirty four
...             at end of day
He settled down with th'oul cupán té
And .... came by to stroll
Or spend the evening time ag ól

Any help on lyrics, origin appreciated.

Thanks, Don

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht
From: GUEST
Date: 11 Dec 07 - 06:51 PM

Micheál Mór agus City Sue
I heard this story ó my athair,
(If you haven't Gaelic it doesn't matter.)
This rural Ireland tragic tale
Narrates a sad seductive scéal
Concerning lust without discretion
Agus beagnach rudaí eile freisin!

Uair amháin , fadó fadó
On a little farm near Carraroe
Lived buachaill maith named Micheál Mór
An only son of thirtyfour.
When work was done at end of day,
He'd settle down with cupán tae
And seldom felt the call to stroll
Or spend the evening time ag ól.
His intellectual needs were drawn
From books like Peig and Íosagán.

And so it was bliain in bliain out
Our Micheál hadn't moved about
He dreamt of cailíns most men do
But never sinned an dtuigeann tú?

Meantime up in Átha Cliath
A cailín deas had bright idea
When laethanta saoire time came by
Decided she would like to try
Áit beag ciúin like Carraroe
(No foreign food: not far to go.)
And there to meet the native clann
Agus b'fhéidir find herself a man!

This cailín deas with eyes so blue
Was known in town as City Sue
The lusty buachaillí came crawling
And all agreed she was go hálainn!
She left her men in state of shock
O Micheál Mór bí cúramach!
This Scarlet Woman knows each trick
She's heading West Beware a mhic!

The lights shone in the Parish Hall
For the local Fáinne Wearers' Ball
Bhí Micheál ann bhí Susie ann
Dressed in most revealing gown!
Our brave Cúchulainn of the West
(His hurliing medals across his chest)
Exclaimed when City Sue came in
"In ainm Dé well féach ar sin!"
Though nervous still, he took a chance
'Céad Míle Fáilte' will you dance?
Go luath on the floor they strut
Cheek to cheek from head to foot!

Sue whispered into Micheál's ear
"Éist liom now let's disappear
We'll use my place the door's unlocked
You'll stay the night - seomra a-hocht!"
Chríost! Micheál's ceann was in a spin
Ni raibh sé thinking thoughts mar sin!
He blessed himself ...this Jezebel
Would surely damn his soul to hell!
He stood aghast could hardly stutter
So off he bolted ar a rothar
And straight abhaile into bed
Decades of the Rosary said!

EPILOGUE

Micheál Mór still sleeps alone
In his leaba beag Ochón, Ochón.
He often dreams of seomra a-hocht
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN Ó Micheál Bocht!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht
From: MartinRyan
Date: 11 Dec 07 - 06:54 PM

Hmmmm.... Now who posted that?

Thanks

Regards

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht
From: GUEST,Philippa
Date: 12 Dec 07 - 07:05 AM

submitted to Mudcat 30 July 1999, on the macarónachas thread

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht
From: MartinRyan
Date: 12 Dec 07 - 07:23 AM

Thanks, Philippa. I think I know the author of this one - if only his name would bubble to the surface of my cesspool mind.

Regards

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht
From: Gulliver
Date: 12 Dec 07 - 07:36 AM

Go raibh maith agat, a Phillipa! Rinne mé cuardach, ach ní raibh mé in ann aon rud a fháil amach.

Don

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht
From: GUEST,Mairead agus Maire
Date: 22 Dec 14 - 03:31 PM

Ta go maith .....and many thanks...we now have our Christmas party piece