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Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places

RiGGy 21 Apr 14 - 03:22 PM
GUEST 21 Apr 14 - 03:32 PM
Joe Offer 21 Apr 14 - 07:43 PM
GUEST 23 Apr 14 - 02:55 AM
Jim Carroll 23 Apr 14 - 07:32 AM
GUEST,lew becker 23 Apr 14 - 11:44 AM
Jim Carroll 23 Apr 14 - 11:51 AM
GUEST,henryp 23 Apr 14 - 12:36 PM
GUEST,John Moulden 30 Apr 14 - 11:50 AM
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Subject: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
From: RiGGy
Date: 21 Apr 14 - 03:22 PM

This is Redmond composing this via Riggy's account as I am visiting him.
I am looking for a particular song that I heard over the last few years in one place only, Victoria BC as it was played on an unhosted radio station that played World usic 24/7.
It is a kind of generic, about being an Irishman in cities all over the world starting with verses in London, Manchester, New York, Boston, and the last verse he mentions many other cities including Seattle, San Francisco, even Victoria. If you have any idea of the title or artist
I would really appreciate your help and hopefully buy it in I tunes or some other outlet.
Many thanks, Redmond.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
Date: 21 Apr 14 - 03:32 PM

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Subject: ADD: Irish Celebration
From: Joe Offer
Date: 21 Apr 14 - 07:43 PM

Hi, Redmond (O'Colonies??)

For the record, here are the lyrics from the link above. They seem to fit your criteria very well.

Songwriter unknown
Macklemore & Ryan Lewis EP titled "The VS. EP".

[Verse 1]
I'm an Irishman
Leather weathered Irish skin
Beard orange as the sunset or the flag
In the night sky we fly it in
Pride for the life we fight to live
History, I write with it
Spit it with the dialect
And this is a celebration of course
The green, white, orange
And when they pulled up on that shore
First generation born
Toast to those that made it on a boat to New York
And when the English came the colonizer came
They filled up bottles of gasoline, turned 'em into balls of flame
And hurled 'em to protect what's ours
Don't touch these lucky charms
Whole bunch of Irish screaming "Fuck the London Guard"
I'm kidding not dissin' London, it's bloody raw
But go against the Irish and get a bloody jaw
Preaching nonviolence but reminds of the scars
Unify us, put a pint up everybody sing a song

[Hook X2]
We put our glass to the sky and lift up
And live tonight cause you can't take it with ya
So raise a pint for the people that aren't with us
And live tonight cause you can't take it with ya

[Verse 2]
From New England to New Brunswick
Galway to Dublin
A rebellious nation of freckled face hustlers
Heart, blue collared workers and family
My heritage, proud to be a Haggerty
Now with whiskey in our veins
Claiming we're the bravest men
I drank Old Crow, but pretended it was Jameson
Dad sipped Guinness, I sipped Old English
'Til he sat me down at 16 and said "boy, this is what a beer is"
I put down the drink, couldn't drink like a gentleman
That doesn't mean I can't make a drinking song for the rest of 'em
Challenge us in football, yeah we might lose
But don't put us next to a bar stool
We take the history, script it in song
Light the torch then you pass it on
That's right I said, lineage through the rhythm we script it from the palm
And we give til' Ireland is on
Bottoms Up

[Hook X2]
We put our glass to the sky and lift up
And live tonight cause you can't take it with ya
So raise a pint for the people that aren't with us
And live tonight cause you can't take it with ya

Tonight, we're celebrating life
Those are all my Irish goons in the background
Put 'em up!
Because you know
All the way from Ireland
To the States
From Dublin to Boston
Grafton to Seattle
My whole Haggerty family
This one's for you
Let's go
And all my people say (hey!)
All over the world
Even if you're not Irish
Put your glasses up
Ryan Lewis and all my people say
That's Ireland
It's beautiful isn't it?
Irish celebration
And all my people say


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
Date: 23 Apr 14 - 02:55 AM

Hello Joe Offer, Thanks for the reply. Unfortunately it is not the song I am looking for although the lyrics are quite close to the intent of the song I want. Redmond O Colonies.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
From: Jim Carroll
Date: 23 Apr 14 - 07:32 AM

Anybody with a taste for this type of song should look out the wonderful, 'The Beauty Spot Glenlea.
Jim Carroll

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
From: GUEST,lew becker
Date: 23 Apr 14 - 11:44 AM

Actually, a second cousin to The Traveller all over the world is THe Farmer Michael Hayes, combining a revolutionary sentiment with all of the places in Ireland where Hayes was sought to be apprehended, A third or fourth cousin is the song In Praise of Mullingar [exact title may be wrong] with all of the wonderful rhymed verses about the incomparable beauties of Mullingar.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
From: Jim Carroll
Date: 23 Apr 14 - 11:51 AM

Farmer Michael Hayes, with note
Jim Carroll

Farmer Michael Hayes (The Fox Chase) (Roud 5226)
Tom Lenihan, Knockbrack, Miltown Malbay, Recorded 1976
Carroll Mackenzie Collection

I am a bold and undaunted fox that never was before in tramp.
My rent, rates and taxes I was willing for to pay;
I lived as happy as King Saul and loved my neighbours great and small,
I had no animosity for either friend or foe.

I made my den in prime good land between Tipp'rary and Knocklong,
Where my forefathers lived for three hundred years or more.
But now of late I was betrayed by one that was a fool and knave,
He told me I should quit the place and show my face no more.

But as soon as he ejected me I thought 'twas time that I should flee,
I stole away his ducks and geese and murdered all his drakes.
I knew I could no longer stand because he had the hounds at hand;
I tightened up my garters and then I was away.

But soon there was a great look-out by land and sea to find me out,
From Dublin Quay to Belfast Town, along the raging sea.
By telegraph they did insert this great reward for my arrest,
My figure, size and form, and my name without a doubt.

They wore their brogues, a thousand pair, this great reward for to obtain,
But still there was no tidings of me or my retreat.
They searched Tipp'rary o'er and o'er, the corn fields round Galtymore,
Then they went on to Wexford but there did not delay.

Through Ballyhale and Stranmore they searched the woods as they went on,
Until they got very hungry at the approach of day.
Now search the world far and near, the likes before you did not hear,
A fox to get away so clear as I did from the hounds.

They searched the rocks, the gulfs, the bays, the ships and liners at the quays,
The ferry-boats and steamers as they were going to sea.
Around the coast they took a steer from Poolbeg lighthouse to Cape Clear,
Killarney Town and sweet Tralee, and then crossed into Clare.

And when they landed on the shore they searched Kilrush from top to toe,
The bathing baths in Miltown, called otherwise Malbay.
And Galway being a place of fame they though it there I would remain,
But still their journey was in vain for I gave them leg-bail.

They searched the train in Oranmore as she was leaving for Athlone,
And every wagon, coach and cart that went along the road.
And Connemara being remote they thought that there I would resort,
They when they got weary they resolved to try Mayo.

In Ballinrobe they had to rest until the hounds were quite refreshed,
From thence they went to Westport and searched it high and low.
Through Castlebar they took a trot, they heard I was in Castlerock,
But still they were deluded, there I lodged the night before.

At Swinford's town as I sat down I heard a dreadful cry of hounds,
I took another notion to retaliate the chase.
And I being weary from the road, I took a glass at half past four,
Then I was renovated while the hounds were getting weak.

The night being dark in Castlebar I knew not how to make my way,
I had neither den nor manger for to shield me from the cold.
But when the moon began to shine I said I'd make for a foreign clime,
I am in the Land of Liberty, and three cheers for Michael Hayes!

Farmer Michael Hayes – (Roud 5226) Tom Lenihan
As a young man, Tom Lenihan heard the ballad of Farmer Michael Hayes sung by his father and by local ballad seller, Bully Nevin, but never knew more than a few verses. In 1972 he obtained a full text, adapted it to what he already knew and put it to a variation of the tune he had heard. We believe it to be one of the best narrative Irish ballads we have ever come across; Tom makes a magnificent job of it.
The story, based on real events, tells of how a farmer/land agent with a reputation for harshness is evicted from his land and takes his revenge on the landlord, in some cases by shooting him, and in Tom's version by also killing off the landlord's livestock.
He takes off in an epic flight, closely followed by police with hounds and is chased around the coast of Ireland as far as Mayo where he finally escapes to America. We worked out once that the reported chase is over five hundred miles of rough ground. Tradition has it that he eventually returned home to die in Ireland.
As Georges Zimmerman points out, this ballad shows how a probably hateful character could become a gallant hero in the eyes of the oppressed peasants.
It is a rare song in the tradition, but we know it was sung in Kerry in the 1930s; Caherciveen Traveller Mikeen McCarthy gave us just line of it:
"I am a bold "indaunted" fox that never was before on tramp"
My rents, rates and taxes I was willing for to pay.
When he heard it sung in full in a London folk club he said, "That's just how my father sang it".
Songs of Irish Rebellion; Georges-Denis Zimmermann 1967

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
From: GUEST,henryp
Date: 23 Apr 14 - 12:36 PM


"All over the world", the traveller said,
"In my peregrination's I've been;
And there's nothing remarkable, living or dead,
But these eyes of mine have seen.

From the land of the ape and the marmoset,
To the tents of the Fellaheen."
Said the other, "I'll lay you an even bet
You were never in Farranalleen."

"I've hunted in woods near Seringapatam,
And sailed in the Polar Seas,
I fished for a week in the Gulf of Siam
And lunched on the Chersonese.

I've lived in the valleys of fair Cashmere,
Under Himalay's snowy ridge."
Then the other impatiently said, "See here,
Were you ever at Laffan's Bridge?"

"I've lived in the land where tobacco is grown,
In the surburbs of Santiago;
And I spent two years in Sierra Leone,
And one in Del Fuego.

I walked across Panama all in a day,
Ah me! But the road was rocky."
The other replied, "Will you kindly say,
Were you ever at Horse and Jockey?"

"I've borne my part in a savage fray,
When I got this wound from a Lascar;
We were bound just then from Mandalay
For the island of Madagascar,

Ah! The sun never tired of shining there,
And the trees canaries sang in."
"What of that?" said the other, "Sure I've a pair,
And there's lots of them in Drangan."

"And I've hunted the tigers in Turkestan,
In Australia the kangaroos;
And I lived six months as medicine man
To a tribe of the Kathmandoos.

And I've stood on the scene of Olympic games,
Where the Grecians showed their paces."
The other replied, "Now tell me, James,
Were you ever at Fethard Races?"

"Don't talk of your hunting in Yucatan,
Or your fishing off St. Helena;
I'd rather see young fellows hunting the 'wren'
In the hedges of Tobberaheena.

No doubt the scenes of a Swiss Canton
Have a passable sort of charm.
Give me a sunset on Slievenamon
From the head at Hackett's Farm.

And I'd rather be strolling along the quay,
And watching the river flow,
Than growing tea with the cute Chinee,
Or mining in Mexico.

And I wouldn't much care for Sierra Leone,
If I hadn't seen Killenaule,
And the man that was never in Mullinahone
Shouldn't say he had travelled at all."

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
From: GUEST,John Moulden
Date: 30 Apr 14 - 11:50 AM

From the Digital Tradition! Why ask before looking?

The Traveller All Over the World

Come all you fellow travelling men of every rank and station
And hear this short oration which as yet remains untold
You might have been an Austrian, a German or a Bulgarian
But sit ye sios-in-aice-liom, and the truth I will unfold
You'll hear of great disunity unveiled to the community
So take this opportunity of listening to me
You'll hear of foreign nations and of youthful expectations
And of a few relations in that beauty spot Glenlea

I went to see the world's rage, being only sixteen years of age
A steerage passage I engaged on a ship called the Iron Duke
I went on board at Dublin's wall, being southward bound for the Transvaal
I had a friend from Annascaul, and one from Donnybrook
Our noble ship had scarcely steamed when in my mind sad memories gleamed
I thought of my dear neighbours and their loving company
I though about my brothers and our love for one another
And of my grey haired mother there at home in Sweet Glenlea

We landed safe but suddenly in that British spot Cape Colony
In search of manual labour I travelled near and far
I crossed the Orange River, among Hottentots and Kaffirs
And I was made Grand Master on the Isle of Zanzibar
A Dutchman high who admired me ways took me to see the Himalays
And Boys o Boys was I amazed, their awful heights to see
We wandered on through Hindustan, along the River Ganges
And though it was a grand place, still the fairest was Glenlea

This Dutchman suffered health's decline, he heard of cures in Palestine
Persuaded me with him combine and along with him to go
We landed safe at Jaffa and we journeyed to Jerusalem
Thee ancient city of Hebron and the ruins of Jericho
The surrounding mountains highest peaks, just like McGillicuddy's Reeks
And from their summit you could see the Lake of Gallilee
Likewise the River Jordan and the province of Samaria
But though it sounds contrary - the fairest was Glenlea

These doleful times soon drifted by till this faithful Dutchman friend and I
Were for
I stood forlorn upon the quay as the ship that bore him sailed away
His memory in my mind will stay till life's long days are o'er
Still Providence had willed its way and therefore conscience must obey
I went on board and sailed away when my friend did me forsake
But often meditation made me turn for recreation
And go home in contemplation to that beauty spot Glenlea

In Palestine I made some coin, I heard of San Francisco's mine
For to invest me capital I thought a good idee
I landed safe in Frisco when the trees were blooming beautiful
It was on that same evening that there was a great earthquake
I was in my bed and sleeping sound, I woke to find things moving round
But after that I heard no sound, no pain affected me
And on the following morning when IÕd recovered consciousness
I wrote of all the consequence to my home in sweet Glenlea

I told them in the letter how I lost the situation
It was my earthly station and I wanted to go home
And I hoped their generosity would aid my transportation
And I went o
I got the cash to pay my way without disaster or delay
And landed safe at Queenstown Quay, on board the Chimpanzee
And after an excursion of some five long hours duration
I reached the little station on the road to sweet Glenlea

As we approached the terminus I viewed with consternation
The awful congregation there assembled in the rain
And I hoped some other personage of worldly estimation
To heed their expectation was coming on by train
As I scanned each individual's face, friends and neighbours, old time mates
Assembled in their hundreds with a welcome home for me
Oh they shouted with elation and they shook with great vibration
The surrounding elevation on the road to sweet Glenlea

And now I live contentedly among these friends and neighbours
Endowed with all the favours of good fortune and delight
And I've found among the multitude a charming little creature
She's full of admiration, she's my lovely Irish wife
And when we meet at Sunday's noon, at that cozy spot called top-of-Coom
Where songs and stories would illume the hearts of you and me
Among that grand old company of lovely friends and neighbours
We're never tired of praising that beauty spot Glenlea.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish song mentioning lots of places
Date: 30 Apr 14 - 12:41 PM

Surely the last verse contains the finest of all lines.

" I've found among the multitude a creature of great pulchritude "

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