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Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm

GUEST,Eva 06 Sep 18 - 03:50 AM
Jack Campin 06 Sep 18 - 04:06 AM
GUEST,Kenny 06 Sep 18 - 04:16 AM
GUEST,Jerry 06 Sep 18 - 04:42 AM
Gordon Jackson 06 Sep 18 - 05:02 AM
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Subject: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: GUEST,Eva
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 03:50 AM

Help please! For workshop purposes I am looking for Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm (jig) - one of my favourites is Peata Beag, but it doesn't have to be Irish language! The "Ramblin' Rover" (Silly Wizard) or "Sir Eglamore" (Kate Rusby) are also a good examples, but for this particular purpose I need Irish songs...

Thank you!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Jack Campin
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 04:06 AM

Lannigan's Ball.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE PRICE OF MY PIG
From: GUEST,Kenny
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 04:16 AM

May be a bit over long, but I nominate "The Price Of My Pig", sung to the jig "Tatter Jack Walsh". A great song, magnificently sung by Tim Lyons when he was [briefly] a member of "De Dannan"

Price Of My Pig

In the year twenty-nine when the weather was fine
I first made my way to the sweet fair of Trim
For to sell a fine swine it was my design
She was plump fat and fair and complete in each limb
This pig was as mild as a lamb or a child
You could whip her all over the world with a twig
And the truth for to tell, I sold her quite well
Two pounds ten was the price that I got for my pig

I slapped the cash to me thigh saying "I'll drink by and by"
Down the street I did fly, like a sporting young buck
When a handsome young dame who belonged to the game
She right up to me came to be sure for good luck
She gave me a wink to go in for a drink
Inveigled me up to dance Hennessy's Jig
Twas at the wheel round she slipped her hand down
And then left me quite scarce of the price of my pig!

Like a man in despair when I missed my fair share
I went tearing me hair seeking her up and down
Every corner and lane I did search out in vain
But a sprig of this dame sure could never be found
Meet her well I will or I surely will kill
This I swear by the hair on Lord Norbury's wig
Till the day that I die my revenge I will try
On the dame that did rob me the price of me pig

On to Navan next day sure I then took me way
For I heard people say that this dame had been seen
But when I got there, having some time to spare
I wetted my care with a drop of poteen
The first to come in, it was Tatterjack Flynn
And we danced a few steps of a nice double jig
Thinking, aye, be-and-by that I'd soon set me eye
On the dame that did rob me the price of me pig

Oh by Tara by Skreen, by the Bog of Armeen
By John Paddy McGee by the high Hill of Howth
By the Church, by the bell, by the great Book of Kells
Fort to swear anymore, do you know that I'm loath!
If the Lord of Mayo he but heard of me woe
I'm sure he would come in a chaise or a gig
And he'd search the land round till this dame would be found
And be clattered in pound for the price of me pig

Now that it's so, it's homeward I'll go
My shuttle I'll throw and from drink I'll refrain
I'll stick to me loom while my youth is in bloom
And I'll never be caught by a strumpet again
Sincerely I swear and I swear I'm sincere
Not a week will go by or a month or a year
That upon that transaction I'll have satisfaction
All on that bad action that lost me my pig!

Good luck! Kenny


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: GUEST,Jerry
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 04:42 AM

There must be dozens surely, since many jig tunes were adopted?

Roisin the Bow
Old Woman from Wexford
Home Boys Home
Johnny, I Hardly Knew You
O’ Sullivan’s John
Bold O’Donahue
Man from Mullingar
All for My Grog
Banks of the Roses
Galway Races

Not so many to slip jigs though.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Gordon Jackson
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 05:02 AM

Also The Limerick Rake. Is the workshop with children? I ask because TLR does include 'With a cock in my hand ...', which may cause hilarity, embarrassment, complaints, hasty explanations or combinations of these!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: GUEST
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 06:27 AM

you are fantastic! Keep them coming! :)) Price of my Pig is hilarious, but a bit long and we would need chorus bits too - and yes, there are children involved, but grown-ups too, so I wouldn't worry too much if it gets a bit bawdy. :)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: GUEST
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 10:01 AM

Slip jig - Rocky Road to Dublin


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Gordon Jackson
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 10:12 AM

Hah hah - The Rocky Road to Dublin comes with a health warning: Don't attempt to sing this unless you have lungs the size of 4-person tents!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 10:37 AM

The Lid Of Me Granny's Bin


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 10:41 AM

The Rollicking Boys Of Tandragee


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 10:44 AM

The Frost Is All Over (what would you do if the kettle boiled over?)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: The Sandman
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 05:23 PM

rocky road to dublin is 98, slipo jig time, however lanigans ball and frost is all overare 6/8
price of my pig has its own tune called price of my pig


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Big Al Whittle
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 05:29 PM

The Irish Washerwoman


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 06:16 PM

Are there words to that?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: The Sandman
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 06:34 PM

the old orange flute,,nell flahertys drake,the kerry recruit


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: gillymor
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 09:37 PM

The Peeler and the Goat.
The Pogues use the same melody for The Recruiting Sergeant.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Jim Carroll
Date: 07 Sep 18 - 04:43 AM

PADDY'S PANACEA
Jim Carroll


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 07 Sep 18 - 05:34 AM

A Mendelssohn Song Without Words, Jim? :-)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: GUEST,Peter Laban
Date: 07 Sep 18 - 10:35 AM

'Are there words to that?'

If I remember correctly, Steve (it's been decades), something along the lines of

When I was a lad I was merry and frisky,
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky..
My uncle was rich, but never would be easy
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey...

It's all a bunch of old Paddywhackery but yes, there are words.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Manitas_at_home
Date: 07 Sep 18 - 10:42 AM

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: Manitas_at_home
Date: 07 Sep 18 - 10:43 AM

The link make didn't seem to work so

https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=8773


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: leeneia
Date: 07 Sep 18 - 03:47 PM

I did some looking, and it's not as easy as you'd think to locate the songs. Yes, there are sites with Irish songs, but they give you a long list of titles without letting you know which are 6/8. Sometimes they say they have songs, but they are actually dance tunes with no lyrics.

Go to your public library and see if they have the Celtic Fakebook by Hal Leonard. I own this book, and there are 7 or so 6/8 Irish songs with lyrics just in the A's and B's. The chords are there, too.

If you find the book, all you have to do is copy the songs you like.


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Subject: Lyr Add: CORPORAL CASEY
From: GUEST,henryp
Date: 10 Sep 18 - 01:01 PM

Báidín Fheilimí - Feilimí’s little boat

https://www.bethsnotesplus.com/2018/06/baidin-fheilimi.html

This is a traditional Irish song which originates in the Gaeltacht region in the north-west of County Donegal, which is usually taught to young children. It is based on the immortalistion of a small boat owned by a man called Feilimí (Phelim) heading to Tory Island. Tory Island (Toraigh) is an island 14.5 km off the north-west coast of County Donegal in Ireland.

Irish Washerwoman lyrics

When I was at home I was merry and frisky,
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky,
My uncle was rich, but never would by aisey
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey,
My dear little Shelah, I thought would run crazy,
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey.

I marched from Kilkenny, and, as I was thinking
On Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking,
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
The devil go with him, I ne’er could be lazy,
He struck my shirts so, ould Corporal Casey.

We went into battle, I took the blows fairly
That fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely,
And who should the first be that dropped, why, and please ye,
It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
Thinks I you are quiet, and I shall be aisey,
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey.

Wee Falorie Man

https://www.bethsnotesplus.com/2016/09/wee-falorie-man.html

1. I am the wee falorie man
A rattling, roving Irishman,
I can do all that ever you can
For I am the wee falorie man.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Irish songs in 6/8 rhythm
From: gillymor
Date: 10 Sep 18 - 04:11 PM

Did anyone mention Brian O'Lynn.


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Subject: Lyr Add: FATHER O'FLYNN
From: The Sandman
Date: 10 Sep 18 - 04:23 PM

Of priests we can offer a charmin variety,
Far renownd for learnin and piety;
Still, Id advance ye widout impropriety,
Father OFlynn as the flowr of them all.

cho: Heres a health to you, Father OFlynn,
Slainte and slainte and slainte agin;
Powrfulest preacher, and tenderest teacher,
And kindliest creature in ould Donegal.

Dont talk of your Provost and Fellows of Trinity,
Famous forever at Greek and Latinity,
Dad and the divils and all at Divinity
Father OFlynn d make hares of them all!

Come, I venture to give ye my word,
Never the likes of his logic was heard,
Down from mythology into thayology,
Truth! and conchology if hed the call.

Och Father OFlynn, youve a wonderful way wid you,
All ould sinners are wishful to pray wid you,
All the young childer are wild for to play wid you,
Youve such a way wid you, Father avick.

Still for all youve so gentle a soul,
Gad, youve your flock in the grandest control,
Checking the crazy ones, coaxin onaisy ones,
Lifting the lazy ones on wid the stick.

And tho quite avoidin all foolish frivolity;
Still at all seasons of innocent jollity,
Where was the playboy could claim an equality,
At comicality, Father, wid you?

Once the Bishop looked grave at your jest,
Till this remark set him off wid the rest:
"Is it lave gaiety all to the laity?
Cannot the clergy be Irishmen, too?


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Subject: Lyr Add: LARRY O'GAFF
From: The Sandman
Date: 10 Sep 18 - 04:25 PM

Near a bog in sweet Ireland, I am told, sure there born I was,
Well I remember a bright Monday morn it was;
My daddy, poor man, would cry: what a greenhorn I was-
Three months I am married, hurrah! how they laugh.
Says he to my mother: troth, Judy, I'll leave you joy.
Says Judy to him: oh I the devil may care, my boy.
By St. Patrick, I'll leave you both here to weep and cry:
What shall we do for our daddy O'Gaff ?
With my didrewhack off I am,
None or your blarney, man;
Keep your brat to your chat all the day so you may,
By the powers! I won't tarry;
So he left little Larry,
I never saw more of my daddy O'Gaff.

Och! it's then I grew up, and a sweet looking child I was,
Always the devil for handling the stick I was;
But somehow or other, my numbscull so thick it was,
Go where I would, all the folks they did laugh.
I rambled to England, where I met with a squad of boys,
They got me promoted to carry the hod, my boys;
I crept up a ladder like a cat newly shod, my boys,
A steep way to riches, says Larry O'Gaff.
With my didrewhack in and out,
Head turning round about;
Ladder crack, break your back.
Tumble down, crack your crown;
My dear Mr. Larry, this hod that yon carry
Disgraces the shoulders of Mr. O'Gaff.

They made me a master, then dressed like a fop I was,
Bran new and span new from bottom to top I was;
But the old fellow popt in as taking a drop I was.
Says he: Mr. Larry, you bogtrotting calf,
Get out of my house, or I'll lay this about your back;
With the twig in his hand like the mast of "a herring smack,
Over ray napper he made the switch for to crack;
Said 1: this don't suit you, Mr. O'Gaff.
With my didrewhack hub bub so,
Drums beating row de row;
O dols my life plays the fife, Patrick's day, fire away;
In the army so frisky,
We'll tipple the whisky,
With the whack for old Ireland and Larry O'Gaff.

Then they made me a soldier, but, oh! how genteel I was!
Scarlet and tapes from the neck to the heel I was;
Larry, says I, when brought into the field I was,
This sort of fighting don't suit you by half;
We fought like the devil, as Irishmen ought to do,
So sweetly we beat Mr. Bony at Waterloo;
But now the wars are over and peace we've brought home to you,
Welcome to old Ireland and Larry O'Gaff.
With my didrewhack save my neck,
Round and sound free from wound;
With a wife to spend my life, sport and play, night and day,

Arrah with your blarney;
For the breed of the Carneys
Would tight for old Irland and Larry O'Gaff.


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