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Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan / Patsy McCann

toadfrog 29 Apr 01 - 09:08 PM
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Malcolm Douglas 03 May 01 - 09:30 AM
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Subject: Lyr Add: BRIGID HOGAN
From: toadfrog
Date: 29 Apr 01 - 09:08 PM

A song sung by Joe Heany for Ewan McColl, and not included in the recently-released CD. I wonder if anyone can fill in the following gaps?

BRIGID HOGAN

There is an old man named Hogan,
And he's botherin' me out of my life.
For he has a fine daughter named Brigid,
And he wants me to make her his wife.
She stands six foot four in her stockings,
[Unintelligible.] And whenever I try for to kiss her,
Sure, my shoulders won't reach to her knees!

Oh Casey McCall, will you marry my daughter,
Oh Casey McCall [Unintelligible].
Ten silver sovereigns down I will pay you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick
Are the pictures that hang on the wall,
And I'll throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry my daughter at all!


So I married this old Brigid Hogan,
And she's mine now for better or worse,
But the blessings that she should have brought me,
Turned into a terrible curse!
For she beats me, she kicks me, she bangs me!
And I'm tied, so I can't run away!
But a six-foot-four beauty's a caution,
But worse was her father to say:

Oh Casey McCall, will you marry my daughter,
Oh Casey McCall [Unintelligible].
Ten silver sovereigns down I will pay you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick
Are the pictures that hang on the wall,
And I'll throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry my daughter at all!



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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Brigid Hogan
From: georgeward
Date: 30 Apr 01 - 02:44 AM

Toadfrog, I never heard Joe Heaney sing this,but what I sing for your first "unintelligible" is "sure herself of meself would make three." the second unint. is "she's the girl you should wed." Lawrence Older, Adirondack woodsman and singer, sang the song occasionally. It was from him that I learned it. I've seen it in print as "Patsy McCann, will you...". That's how Lawrence sang it. Folk process at work.

-George ::-.--O


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Brigid Hogan
From: kendall
Date: 30 Apr 01 - 07:15 AM

I heard it as George did, but also ..and she kicks me when I run away...


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Brigid Hogan
From: toadfrog
Date: 30 Apr 01 - 02:39 PM

Thanks to both of you! "Patsy McCann" may easily be how Joe Heany sang it. A few years ago I inadvertently erased that tape, and was giving it from memory.


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Subject: Lyr Add: BRIGID HOGAN
From: toadfrog
Date: 02 May 01 - 09:56 PM

BRIGID HOGAN

Traditional[?]

There is an old man name of Hogan,
And he's bothering me out of my life.
For he has a fine daughter named Brigid,
And he wants me to make her my wife.
She stands six foot four in her stockings,
And herself of myself would make three,
And whenever I try for to kiss her,
Sure, my shoulders won't reach to her knees!

Oh, Patsy McCann, will you marry my daughter?
Patsy McCann, she's the girl you should wed!
Ten silver Sovereigns down I will give you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick,
Are the pictures that hang on the wall.
I will throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry me daughter at all!


So I married his old Brigid Hogan,
And she's mine now for better or worse,
But the blessing that she should have brought me,
Turned into a terrible curse!
For she beats me, she kicks me she bangs me,
And I'm tied, so I can't run away,
But a six-foot-four beauty's a caution,
But worse was her father, to say:

Chorus

"Brigid Hogan" was sung by Joe Heany, and recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan McColl, in or about 1964. GW also remembers the song having been sung by Lawrence Older, Adirondack woodsman and singer. Kendall is of the view that the words should be "...and she kicks me when I run away." GW, JWM


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 03 May 01 - 09:30 AM

Joe Heaney called this song Patsy McCann.  For a full transcription of the MacColl/ Heaney interviews, see the article at  Musical Traditions,  which includes additional material and some sound samples:

"I never had a steady job" Joe Heaney: A Life in Song

The transcription of the song given there is significantly different in some places.

Malcolm


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan
From: toadfrog
Date: 06 May 01 - 07:26 PM

Mr. Douglas, Sir:

I'm not exactly sure what the significance of the message is. I checked the site indicated, and sure enough, as you say, there are significant differences betw. the transcript and the song as I remember it. I'm new here, and although you appear to be a person having authority, I really don't know who you are or what function you perform. Am I being asked to submit conformed lyrics? As I like the song, I might do that if it appears the song will actually get into the data base.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 06 May 01 - 09:03 PM

Good heavens, no, I'm not criticising you!  Also, I have no "authority", so please don't worry about that.  What I was doing was simply cross-referencing to your original posting of these lyrics (usually it's best to post such things once only, to make searching for things easier later on) and to additional information that might be interesting or useful.  I should imagine that Joe Heaney sang the song differently on different occasions, so I indicated that the transcription that Ewan MacColl made was different, only to let people -who might come to this thread later on- know that there was more than one version available, and more than one name by which the song is known.

Best wishes

Malcolm


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Subject: DTADD: Brigid Hogan^^
From: toadfrog
Date: 08 May 01 - 09:18 PM

Mr. Douglas: Perhaps I was criticizing myself, because my source was the same tape whose transcript appears at this web site - as I remembered it. The transcript has to be more accurate than my memory, although there are one or two points where I think the transcript is inaccurate. This is it, for what it is worth:

BRIGID HOGAN or in the alternative, PATSY McCANN


Traditional

There's a man by the name of Mike Hogan,
And he's plaguing me out of my life,
For he has a fine daughter named Brigid,
And he want's me to make her my wife.
She stands six foot four in her stockings,
And her waist would of mine equal three,
And whenever I try for to kiss her,
Sure, my elbows reach just to her knees!

Oh, Patsy McCann, will you marry my daughter?
Patsy McCann, if the girl you would wed,
Ten silver sovereigns down I will give you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed!
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick,
Are the pictures that hang on the wall,
I will throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry my daughter at all!


So I married his old Brigid Hogan,
And she's mine now for better or worse.
But the blessing that she should have brought me,
They soon turned into a curse!
For she beats me, she kicks me, she flays me,
And she ties me, lest I run away,
But a six-foot-four beauty's a caution,
But her father was worse for to say.

Chorus

Sung by Joe Heany.
Recorded by Ewan McColl and Peggy Seeger, 1964.
Not included in "The Road from Connemara"(2000), which contains numerous songs from the same session.
Available as transcript at (click)
Malcom Douglas points out
GW also remembers this being sung by Lawrence Older, Adirondack woodsman and singer.

GW,JWM^^


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Subject: Lyr Add: PATSY MCCANN
From: Joe Offer
Date: 01 Feb 03 - 02:28 PM

Here's the exact text of the portion of the Joe Heaney Interview that applies to this song. Is there a recording of the song available? Is Heaney the only source for this song?
-Joe Offer-

JH: Well, er, the Englishman (?) is called Patsy McCann.  It's about a desperate man who had a big fat daughter and he wanted her at any cost to get married off to somebody and the man who owned the daughter, as we'll say, he was going to give ten golden sovereigns and a fine legged stool and a big feather bed to Patsy McCann.  Poor Patsy made the mistake of marrying the daughter so it's not a long song, it's a very pithy song.  We say, it can tell a long story in a short way.

Patsy McCann   (Roud 13970)

There's a man by the name of Mike Hogan, he's plaguing me out of my life.
He has a fine daughter named Bridget and he wants me to make her my wife.
She stands six foot four in her stockings, her waist would mine equal three,
And whenever I try for to kiss her, sure my elbows reach just to her knees.

Chorus:
Patsy McCann will you marry my daughter, oh Patsy McCann if the girl you'll wed,
Ten golden sovereigns down I will give you, a three legged stool and a fine feather bed.
St Peter, St Paul and St Patrick are the picture that hangs on the wall.
I will throw them all in to the bargain if you'll marry my daughter at all.

So I married this old Bridget Hogan and she's mine now for better or worse,
But the blessings that she should have brought me, they soon turned into a curse.
She bites me, she kicks me, she flays me, and she ties me lest I'd run away.
But this six foot four beauty's a caution, but her father was worse for to say.

Chorus
 


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan (Patsy McCann)
From: toadfrog
Date: 02 Feb 03 - 04:55 PM

Joe Heany (deceased) is not a source. I know the music, but lack the musical sophistication to reduce it to a MIDI. I recall looking at the recent CD release, and this song was not on it. I believe I have it on tape, so that if someone wants to work on it, I would be happy to submit such a tape. If you wish, I could do that. But generally, Mudcat only seems to be interested in MIDIs, and although I believe that with some time and effort I could probably master the art of transcribing written music to MIDI. I am not at all confident that I could reduce a complex tune like this one, complete with melodic and rythmic ornamentation, to writing. (And some people who do prepare MIDIs I have heard also seem to lack this ability.)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan (Patsy McCann)
From: GUEST,Luke O'Malley
Date: 22 Nov 03 - 01:12 AM

I believe the song, Patsy McCann, was recorded by the McNulty Family back in the 40's. I have a friend who is an 'authority' on these kinds of things. If he gives me a different insight, I will post it.

Luke


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan (Patsy McCann)
From: GUEST,Pat Carr
Date: 27 Mar 08 - 07:40 PM

Luke, I believe you are correct, I remember hearing it in the 1950's in Rockaway and singing it myself in the 70's and 80's a few times at the John Barleycorn on 45th street. As I recall these are the words the way I learned them listening to the McNulty family or Ruthie Morrisey.


There's a man by the name of Mike Hogan, he's plaguing me out of my life.
He has a fine daughter named Bridget and he wants me to make her my wife.
She stands six foot four in her stockings, her size of myself would make three,
And whenever I'm standing beside her, sure my elbows reach just to her knees.

Chorus:
Patsy McCann will you marry my daughter, oh Patsy McCann she's the girl you will wed,
Ten golden sovereigns down I will give you, a three legged stool and a fine feather bed.
St Peter, St Paul and St Patrick all the pictures that hang on the wall.
I will throw them all in to the bargain if you'll marry my daughter at all.

So I married this old Bridget Hogan and she's mine now for better or worse,
But the blessings that she should have brought me, now appear to have turned to a curse.
She bites me, she kicks me, she flays me, and she ties me lest I'd run away.
This six foot four beauty's a caution, but her father was worse for to say

Chorus:


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan / Patsy McCann
From: GUEST,Monika
Date: 29 Oct 08 - 12:19 AM

Here's how Willy Brady used to sing it:

There's a man by the name of Mike Hogan,
And he's plaguing me out of me life,
Now he has a big daughter named Brigid,
And he wants me to make her me wife.
She stands six foot four in her stockings,
Sure herself of meself would make three,
And whenever I stand up beside her,
Sure, me elbow just touches her knee.

Ah now, Patsy McCann, will you marry me daughter?
Patsy McCann, she's the girl you should wed,
Ten golden sovereigns down I will give you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick,
All the pictures that hang on the wall,
Sure I'll throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry me daughter at all.

I married his big Brigid Hogan,
And she's mine now for better or worse.
Ah but the blessings that she should have brought me,
Sure I think they've turned into a curse!
For she beats and she nags and she flays me,
And she ties me lest I run away,
Sure this six-foot-four beauty's a caution,
And her father was worse for to say:

Come on now, Patsy McCann, will you marry me daughter?
Patsy McCann, she's the girl you should wed,
Ten golden sovereigns down I will give you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick,
All the pictures that hang on the wall,
Sure I'll throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry me daughter at all.

Some minor differences to the above versions here, but basically the same song - very typical for folksongs. Monika


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Subject: Lyr Add: PATSY McCANN
From: GUEST,GUEST John
Date: 18 Nov 10 - 04:28 AM

This is how I remember our old 78. It's a shame there isn't a decent version on Youtube.


There's a man by the name of Mike Hogan,
Who's plaguing me out of me life,
He has a big daughter named Brigid,
And he wants me to make her me wife.
She stands six foot four in her stockings,
Her waist of meself would make three,
And whenever I'm standing beside her,
Me elbow just reaches her knee.

Oh! Patsy McCann, will you marry me daughter?
Patsy McCann, she's the girl you must wed,
Ten golden sovereigns down I will give you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick,
All the pictures that hang on the wall,
I'll throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry me daughter at all.

Well, I married that big Brigid Hogan,
And she's mine now for better or worse.
But the blessing that she should have brought me,
Would seem to have changed to a curse!
She bites me, she strikes me, she flays me,
She ties me lest I'd run away,
This six-foot-four beauty's a caution,
But her father was worse for to say:

Oh! Patsy McCann, will you marry me daughter?
Patsy McCann, she's the girl you must wed,
Ten golden sovereigns down I will give you,
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed.
Saint Peter, Saint Paul, and Saint Patrick,
All the pictures that hang on the wall,
I'll throw them all into the bargain,
If you'll marry me daughter at all.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Brigid Hogan / Patsy McCann
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 24 Jul 13 - 09:19 AM

You can hear this song performed by The McNulty Family (and lots of their other songs) at The Internet Archive.

This is item #26 on the menu, identified as "Track 1." Judging by the file name, whoever posted it seems to have given it the title "If You Marry My Daughter."

Click for an MP3.


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