ADD/Chords Req: Patrick's Arrival (William Maginn)

Subject: RE: ADD/Chords Req: Patrick's Arrival (William Maginn)
From: AmyLove
Date: 06 Mar 17 - 11:53 PM

Starting with the lyrics provided by *#1 PEASANT* I made the slight adjustments to fit the performance by Brooke & John Mcloughlin:

You've heard of St. Denis of France.
Who never was much for to brag on.
You've heard of St. George and his lance
Who killed the old heathenish dragon.
The Saints of the Welshmen and Scots
Are a couple of pitiful pipers
And might just as well go to pot
When compared to the patron of vipers:
St. Patrick of Ireland, my dear.

He sailed to the Emerald Isle
On a lump of a pavin' stone mounted.
And beat the steamboat by a mile
Which mighty fine sailing was counted.
Said he, "The salt water, I think,
Has made me unmerciful thirsty;
Fetch me a flagon to drink
To wash down the mullygrups, burst ye,
A drink that's fit for a Saint."

He preached then with wonderful force
The ignorant natives a teachin',
With pints he washed down each discourse,
Said he, "I detest your dry preaching."
The people in wonderment struck
At a pastor so pious and civil,
Exclaimed, "We're for you, me old buck,
We'll heave our blind Gods to the divil,
Who dwells in hot water below."

This finished, our worshipful man
Went to visit an elegant fellow
Whose practise each cool afternoon
Was to get most delightfully mellow.
This day with a barrel of beer,
He was drinkin' away with abandon.
Said Patrick, "It's grand to be here.
I've had nothin' to speak of since landin',
Give me a pull from your pot."

He lifted the pewter in sport.
Believe me, I tell you, it's no fable.
A gallon he drank from the quart
And left it back full on the table.
"A miracle!" everyone cried
All took a pull on the Stingo.
They were mighty good hands at that trade
They drank 'til they fell yet, by Jingo.
The pot still flowed o'er the brim.

Next day said the host, "It's a fast,
And we've nothing to eat but cold mutton.
On Fridays who'd make such repast
Except an unchristianlike glutton?"
Said Pat, "Stop this nonsense, I beg.
What you tell me is nothin' but gammon."
When the host he brought down the lamb leg,
Pat ordered it turned into salmon,
And the leg most politely complied.

You've heard, I suppose, long ago,
How the snakes, in a manner most antic,
He marched to the county Mayo
Ordered them all into the Atlantic.
And never use water to drink
The people of Ireland determine
With mighty good reason, I think,
For Patrick has filled it with vermin,
And snakes and such other things.

He was as fine a man as you'd meet
From Fairhead to Kilcrumper,
Though under the sod he is laid,
Let's all drink his health in a bumper.
I wish he was here that my glass
He might by art magic replenish,
But since he is not, why alas!
My old song it must come to a finish
Because all the liquor is gone.

Subject: RE: ADD/Chords Req: Patrick's Arrival (William Maginn)
From: AmyLove
Date: 06 Mar 17 - 11:14 PM

A version by Brooke & John Mcloughlin:

Patrick's Arrival

Subject: RE: ADD/Chords Req: Patrick's Arrival (William Maginn)
From: AmyLove
Date: 06 Mar 17 - 11:07 PM

And here is the song on youtube:

Patrick's Arrival - Christy Moore

Subject: RE: ADD/Chords Req: Patrick's Arrival (William Maginn)
From: AmyLove
Date: 06 Mar 17 - 11:00 PM

I found the sleevenotes for The Iron Behind the Velvet here:

Album Sleevenotes for TARA2002 - Christy Moore : The Iron Behind The Velvet

This is how the song is presented:

8. Patrick's Arrival C. Moore

I used to hear Andy Rynne of Prosperous sing ''The night before Larry was stretched'' and adapted the air to suit.

Subject: RE: ADD/Chords Req: Patrick's Arrival (William Maginn)
From: Barbara
Date: 03 Aug 10 - 12:46 AM

If you scroll back up about 13, 14 posts, you'll find a link (in blue, and underlined) that says CLICK TO PLAY. Do that and it will.
Blessings,
Barbara

Subject: Chord Req: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST,Aussie Adam
Date: 07 Jul 10 - 10:59 PM

Does anyone out there have the music, chords or tab for Patrick's Arrival sometimes called St Patricks Arrival by (William Maginn)the first verse goes:

You've heard of St. Denis of France.
He never had much for to brag on.
You've heard of St. George and his lance
Who killed d'old heathenish dragon.
The Saints of the Welshmen and Scot
Are a couple of pitiful pipers
And might just as well go to pot
When compared to the patron of vipers:
St. Patrick of Ireland, my dear.
He sailed to the Emerald Isle
On a lump of pavin' stone mounted.
He beat the steamboat by a mile
Which mighty good sailing was counted.
Says he, "The salt water, I think,
Has made me unmerciful thirsty;
So bring me a flagon to drink
To wash down the mullygrups, burst ye,
Of drink that is fit for a Saint."

I've heard Christie Moore sing it and would like to do it myself. Any help would be good. Thanks.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival (William Maginn)
From: GUEST
Date: 07 Jul 10 - 10:47 PM

Any body got the chords for Patrick's Arrival??

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST
Date: 27 Sep 09 - 07:56 PM

This song appears on Christy Moore's "The Iron Behind the Velvet" album from (I thiink) 1978.

From memory Christy says in the sleeve notes that he adapted the tune of "The Night before Larry was Stretched" to these words. He doesn't attribute the words which made me think that Christy had composed them, although as I recall at the time Christy had not shown a huge amount of original song-writing talent. He has tended to include more self-penned material on his subsequent albums.

I'd be interested if there's any evidence for the attribution to William Maginn (and I realise it's a long time since this was posted) or if anyone knows for certain who wrote the words.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST,Denis
Date: 27 Sep 09 - 07:37 PM

All lyrics scan if sung with a rural Irish accent...this involves joining words together to make one word, also shortening of words like "OF" etc. as in "St. Denis "OF" France to "O" St Denis o' France

words that are joined are marked *word word*


Saint Patrick's Arrival

Have ye heard of St Denis o' France, though he never did much for to brag on.
Have ye heard of St George and his lance, who slew *the old* heathenish dragon.
The saints o' the Welshmen and Scotch are a *couple o'* harpers and pipers,
The might as well all go *t' pot* when compared to the patron o' Vipers
Saint Patrick of Ireland *mi dears*.

Well he sailed to *th' emerald isle* on a lump of a paving stone mounted
And beat the steam boat *by a* mile which might be good sailing was counted
Says he the salt water I think, it has made me unmerciful thirsty
So bring me a flagon to drink to wash down the mully grubs bursting
Drink that is fit for a saint

Well he preached them with wonderful force to the ignorant natives a teaching
With pints he washed down each discourse *says he* I detest to be dry when I'm preaching
The people with wonderment struck *at a* parson so pious and civil
exclaimed we're for you *my old* buck we'll heave our blind gods to the divil
Who dwells in hot water bellow.

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think Darby O'Gill accent....thats how it should be sung

well here's the rest of it for your records
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Now this pious and worshipful man went to visit an elegant fellow
Who's' practise each cool afternoon was to get most delightfully mellow
That day from a barrel of beer he was drinking away with abandon
Says Patrick its grand to be here I drank nothing to speak of since landing
So give us a sup from your pot

Well he lifted the pewter in sport and believe me I tell its no fable
A gallon he drank from the quart, left it back full on to the table
A miracle everyone cried so they all took a sup from the dingo
They were mighty good hands at the trade, they drank till they fell yet be jingo
The pot still froth'ed o'er the brim

Next day says the host is a fast and I've nothing to eat but cold mutton
And in Fridays such a repast would have made them all heathenish gluttons
Stop this nonsense says Patrick I beg do you tell me you've nothing but lamb in
The host he brought down the lambs leg, Patrick ordered it turned into salmon
and the leg most politely complied

well ye heard I suppose long ago of the snakes in a manner most frantic
he marched to the county Mayo, ordered them all into the Atlantic
hence never use water to drink the people of Ireland determine
with very good reason I think for Patrick has filled it with vermin
and snakes and such dirty things

well he was as fine a man as you'd get from here to Killtrumper
and though he is stretched 'neath the clay lets all drink his health with a bumper
I wish he was here that my glass that he might with his magic replenish
But since he is not why alas my old song it must come to a finish
Saint Patrick of Ireland mi dears

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST,Martin Ryan
Date: 28 May 08 - 03:12 PM

Thank you for reviving this thread! Over the past few weeks I've been listening to the wonderful new album by the fiddler Martin Hayes. On it, he plays a slip jig called "The Night before Larry Was Stretched". While I could see the resmblance to the air of the song of that name, the particular variant sounded vey familiar! Mow I know why - "Patrick's Arrival" it is, as near as dammit.

Regards

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST,tychy.wordpress.com
Date: 28 May 08 - 11:33 AM

I don't know if this is correctly attributed to William Maginn - many poems and stories have been misattributed - but Maginn was a Cork protestant who opposed Catholic emancipation and he was fond of representing Saint Patrick as a drunken hooligan.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST,26 Mar 04 - 02:59 AM
Date: 29 Mar 04 - 10:54 AM

... Apologies, Barbara. The F# does not span the 2 syllables of 'Welshman'...., just 'Welsh'

:-)

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST,26 Mar 04 - 02:59 AM
Date: 29 Mar 04 - 10:50 AM

Same tune, except that 'George' (St George & his lance) and 'Welshman' (Welshman & Scot) is F#.
The G is only sung/played on the word 'well' (well go to pot).

This pattern is repeated over the verses.

The line 'And (he) ordered them all into the Atlantic', 'slips' an extra beat, with 'into' repeating the pattern of 'them all'.

Outside of that little idiosyncrasy, you can sing The Night Before Larry Got/Was Stretched to the same melody

The song is titled 'Patrick's Arrival' on the Christy Moore Album.

Hope this helps

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: St. Patrick's Arrival
From: Barbara
Date: 27 Mar 04 - 04:10 PM

Here's the link:St. Patrick's Arrival.
What do you think, guest, are they related?
Just to make things confusing, I have been calling this song St. Patrick's Arrival, and I see it was originally posted as Patrick's Arrival.
Blessings,
Barbara

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST,26 Mar 04 - 02:59 AM
Date: 27 Mar 04 - 08:35 AM

... well according to the Sleeve notes of The Iron Behind The Velvet album (Christy Moore - Tara 1978), it is a variant of it...

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: Barbara
Date: 26 Mar 04 - 08:04 PM

It doesn't sound much like the version of that song we have in the database to my ear, but the DT song is minor, and the version of St Patrick's arrival I know is major. BTW, the song is in DT as "The Night Before Larry Was Stretched.
Blessings,
Barbara

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: GUEST
Date: 26 Mar 04 - 02:59 AM

The tune is a variant of 'The Night Before Larry Got Stretched'

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Patrick's Arrival
From: Barbara
Date: 26 Mar 04 - 02:29 AM

And when we do get the tune posted, I'd appreciate folks giving it a listen because I think I remember someone telling me it goes by another name as an instrumental.
However, since the verse form above is nine lines, it will be a crooked tune.
I gather the tune is in the works somewhere. Jeff?
Blessings,
Barbara

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: St. Patrick's Arrival
From: Barbara
Date: 24 Mar 04 - 05:13 PM

I find this one of the better St. Paddy's day songs around, though it doesn't get done much. It's a patter song and no chorus, but give it a read and see what you think.
I transcribed the tune off a concert performance I have, and sent it to Joe to post, so I hope it will be in the Mudcat MIDIs shortly. This one is fun.
Blessings,
Barbara

Subject: Lyr Add: PATRICK'S ARRIVAL (William Maginn)
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Date: 17 Mar 01 - 05:48 PM

Patrick's Arrival
(William Maginn)

You've heard of St. Denis of France.
He never had much for to brag on.
You've heard of St. George and his lance
Who killed d'old heathenish dragon.
The Saints of the Welshmen and Scot
Are a couple of pitiful pipers
And might just as well go to pot
When compared to the patron of vipers:
St. Patrick of Ireland, my dear.

He sailed to the Emerald Isle
On a lump of pavin' stone mounted.
He beat the steamboat by a mile
Which mighty good sailing was counted.
Says he, "The salt water, I think,
Has made me unmerciful thirsty;
So bring me a flagon to drink
To wash down the mullygrups, burst ye,
Of drink that is fit for a Saint."

He preached then with wonderful force
The ignorant natives a teaching,
With wine washed down each discourse,
For, says he, "I detest your dry preaching."
The people in wonderment struck
At a pastor so pious and civil,
Exclaimed, "We're for you, my old buck,
And we'll heave our blind Gods to the divil,
Who dwells in hot water below."

This finished, our worshipful man
Went to visit an elegant fellow
Whose practise each cool afternoon
Was to get most delightful mellow.
That day with a barrel of beer,
He was drinking away with abandon.
Say's Patrick, "It's grand to be here.
I drank nothing to speak of since landing,
So give me a pull from your pot."

He lifted the pewter in sport.
Believe me, I tell you, it's no fable.
A gallon he drank from the quart
And left it back full on the table.
"A miracle!" everyone cried
And all took a pull on the Stingo.
They were mighty good hands at that trade
And they drank 'til they fell yet, by Jingo.
The pot it still frothed o'er the brim.

Next day said the host, "It's a fast,
And I've nothing to eat but cold mutton.
On Fridays who'd make such repast
Except an unmerciful glutton?"
Said Pat, "Stop this nonsense, I beg.
What you tell me is nothing but gammon."
When the host brought down the lamb's leg,
Pat ordered to turn it to salmon,
And the leg most politely complied.

You've heard, I suppose, long ago,
How the snakes, in a manner most antic,
He marched to the county Mayo
And ordered them all into the Atlantic.
Hence never use water to drink
The people of Ireland determine
With mighty good reason, I think,
For Patrick has filled it with vermin,
And snakes and such other things.

He was a fine man as you'd meet
From Fairhead to Kilcrumper,
Though under the sod he is laid,
Let's all drink his health in a bumper.
I wish he was here that my glass
He might by art magic replenish,
But since he is not, why alas!
My old song must come to a finish
Because all the drink is gone.

-William Maginn

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