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The Tipperary Christening (from Ballads from the Pubs of Ireland, Volume 1, by James N. Healy (Ossian Press), pp. 16-17)

Joe Offer 30 Oct 10 - 04:34 PM
McGrath of Harlow 30 Oct 10 - 06:01 PM
dick greenhaus 30 Oct 10 - 06:23 PM
Joe Offer 30 Oct 10 - 07:38 PM
McGrath of Harlow 31 Oct 10 - 10:55 AM
GUEST,Airto 22 Aug 13 - 04:14 PM
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Subject: ADD: The Tipperary Christening
From: Joe Offer
Date: 30 Oct 10 - 04:34 PM

It's been established that "The Tipperary Christening" is not the song requested in the original post in the Day I Was Christened thread. However, since "Tipperary Christening was mentioned (and since I went to quite some trouble to find it before I realized it wasn't the requested song), I thought I'd post it.
It's in a 1901 book called Irish Com All Ye's (by Manus O'Conor) - the complete text of the book is available at Google Books.


It was down in that place, Tipperary,
Where they're so airy, and so contrary,
Where they kick up the devil's figarie,
    When they christened the beautiful boy.
In comes the piper, sot thinking,
And a-winking, and a-blinking,
And a noggin of punch he was drinking,
    And wishing the parents great joy.

When home from the church they came,
Father Tom and old Mikey Branigan,
And scores of as pretty boys and girls
    As ever you'd wish for to see;
When in through the door,
Hogan, the tinker, Lather and Lanagan,
Kicked up a row, and wanted to know,
    Why they wasn't asked to the spree.

Then the boy set up such a-bawling,
And such a-squalling, and caterwauling,
For he got such a mauling,
    Oh, that was the day of great joy.
Then the piper set up such a-moaning,
And such a-droning, and such a-croning,
In the corner his comether was turning,
    When they christened sweet Dennis, the boy.

The aristocracy came to the party,
There was McCarty, light and hearty,
With Florence Berdelia Fogarty,
    Who said that was French for a name;
Dionysius Alphonso Mulrooney,
Oh, so spooney and so looney,
With the charming Evangeline Mooney,
    Of society she was the cream.

Cora Teresa Maud McCann,
Angelina Rocke, and Julia McCafferty,
Rignold Mormon Duke, Morris McGan,
    And Clarence Ignatius McGurk;
Cornelius Horatio Flaherty's wife,
Adolphus Grace, and Dr. O'Rafferty,
Eva McLaughlin, and Cora Muldoon,
    And Brigadier-General Burke;

They were dancing the polka-mazurka,
'Twas a worker, not a shirker,
And a voice of Vienna, la Turker,
    And the polka-redowa divine;
After dancing, they went in to lunching,
Oh, such munching, and such crunching,
They were busy as bees at a lunching,
    With their coffee, tea, whisky, and wine.

They had all kinds of tea, they had Shosong,
They had Ningnong, and Drinkdong,
With Oolong, and Boolong, and Toolong,
    And teas that were made in Japan;
They had sweetmeats, imported from Java,
And from Youver and from Havre,
In the four-masted steamer "Manarver,"
    That sails from beyond Hindoostan."

Cold ice-cream, and cream that was hot,
Romeo punch, snowball, and sparrowgrass,
Patty D. Foy, whatever that means,
    Made out of goose-liver and grease;
Red-headed duck, salmon, and peas,
Bandy-legged frogs, Peruvian ostriches,
Bottled noix, woodcock, and snipe,
    And everything that would please.

After dinner, of course, there was speaking,
And hand-shaking, and leave-taking,
In the corners, old mothers match-making,
    And other such innocent sins;
Then they bid a good-by to each other,
To each mother, and each brother;
When the last rose, I thought I would smother,
    When they wished the next would be twins.

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Subject: RE: ADD: The Tipperary Christening
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 30 Oct 10 - 06:01 PM

I like that one. Never come across it. A bit like Finnegan's Wake without the violence. Any ideas for the tune?

Something wrong with that second verse. To make it singable I'd bet it should start:

When home from the church they came in again,
Father Tom and old Mikey Branigan...

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Subject: RE: ADD: The Tipperary Christening
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 30 Oct 10 - 06:23 PM

Puts me to mind of an old Stanley Holloway recitation
The Christening (from RG memory--hope I get it all right)

In faith,'twas as fine an affair as you'd want
Such a crowd at the gate, such a fuss at the font
And even the quality wan't ashamed
To come to the church when the baby was named.

There was Mrs. O' Rourke and the widow McBride
And both the McCarthy's and hundreds beside
All watching and listening---Oh what a christening
You'll not see another like that for a time.

Then Father McBride, took the baby, says he,
"Sure, Mrs. O'Connor, It's proud I will be
To be naming the baby of yours and I'll state
A powerful, grand-looking man he will make.

"Is it Seamus you'll call him? Or Patrick? Or Mick?
Sure Mrs. O'Connor, come answer me quick
Perhaps it's himself will grow up to be great
You must give him a name that will match his estate"

Says Mrs. O'Connor, "Beg pardon, your honour
But we had been thinking of naming her her Kate.

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Subject: RE: ADD: The Tipperary Christening
From: Joe Offer
Date: 30 Oct 10 - 07:38 PM

Sorry, Kevin - the two most credible versions of the song that I found, both begin the second verse with "When home from the church they came," with no augmentation to correct meter or rhyme.

Here's the other version, from Ossian's Ballads from the Pubs of Ireland, Volume 1, by James N. Healy (pp 16-17). It's not in Healy's Mercier Press book that bears the same title.


It was down in that place, Tipperary,
Where they're so airy, and contrary,
They cut up the divil's figary,
When they christened my beautiful boy.
When home from the church they came
With Father Tom and big Micky Brannigan
Scores of as purty boys and gerls
As ever you'd ax for to see
When baby set up such a squalling
And such a bawling and caterwauling
And the nurse on the mother was calling
There was a time 'mon um gay joy. (last line partly illegible)

In the corner the piper sat winkin,
And a-blinkin, and a-thinkin,
And a naggin of punch he was drinkin,
And wishing the parents great joy.
In flew the door and Hogan the tinker
And lathering Lanigan
Kicked up a row and wanted to know
Why they weren't axes to the spree.
And the piper his chanter was droning,
And a-groaning and a-moaning,
The old woman set up the croaning
When they christened sweet Danny the boy.

Th' aristocracy came to the party,
There was M'Carty, light and hearty,
Wid Florence Bidalia Fo-garty,
(She says that's the French for her name).
Dionaysius Alphonso Mulrooney,
Oh! so loony and so spoony,
Wid the charming Evangeline Mooney,
Of society she was the crame.
Cora Teresa Maud M'Cann.
Algeron Rourke and Lulu M'Cafferty,
Reginald Marmaduke Maurice Megan,
Clarence Ignatius M'Gurk.
Cornelius Horatio Flaherty's son,
Adelaide Grace and Doctor O'Rafferty,
Eva M'Loughlin, Cora Muldoon, and Brigadier-General Burke.
They were dancing the polka mazurka,
'Twas a worker ne'er a shirker.
The varsovianna la turker,
And the polka row-dow was divine.
They marched and then went in to luncheon,
O, such punchin', and such scrunchin',
They were busy as bees at the munchin',
Wid coffee, tay, whisky, and wine.

There was all sorts of tay, there was Schowchong,
And there was Ningyong, and there was Dingdong,
With Colong, and Toolong, Boolong,
And tay that was made in Japan,
There was sweetmeats imported from Java,
And from Guavre, and from Harve,
In the four-masted ship the Minarva,
That came from beyant Hindostan,
Cowld ice-creams and creams that was hot,
Roman punch froze up in snowballs and sparagrass,
'Patte de foi gras,' whatever that manes,
Made out of goose livers and grease.
Red-headed ducks wid salmon and peas,
Bandy-legg'd frogs and Peruvian ostriches,
Bottle-nosed pickerel, Woodcock and snipe,
And ev'rything else that would plaze,
After dinner, of course, we had spaking,
There was handshaking, there was leave-taking,
In the corner ould mothers matchmaking,
Wid other innocent sins.
And we drank a good health to each other,
Then to each brother, then to each mother,
But the last toast I thought I would smother,
When they hoped that the next would be twins.

The tunes in the Ossian books are often not quite right. I had to adjust the meter of this to make it work, and I'm still not completely happy with it.

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Subject: RE: ADD: The Tipperary Christening
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 31 Oct 10 - 10:55 AM

I tend to regard printed sources with a degree of scepticism.

The crucial thing with words is whether they are singable or not...

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Subject: RE: ADD: The Tipperary Christening
From: GUEST,Airto
Date: 22 Aug 13 - 04:14 PM

The explanation for the second verse not seeming to scan right is that the song alternates two separate melodies.

I have a version on tape by the Thunder Brothers. They sing it much faster, using two singers in relay to maintain the tempo.

In any case it's a gem of a song

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