Lyr Req: Frank Quinn

Subject: Frank Quinn
From: GUEST,Roberto
Date: 27 Aug 01 - 02:12 PM

I'm looking for the lyrics of the songs sung by Frank Quinn, particularly his version of I'm leaving Tipperary (Goodbye Mick, Goodbye Pat). Can somebody help? Thank you very much. Roberto

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Frank Quinn
From: GUEST,Ed
Date: 27 Aug 01 - 02:20 PM

Click Here

Ed

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Frank Quinn
From: GUEST,Ed
Date: 27 Aug 01 - 02:21 PM

It's also in the DT GOODBYE MICK

Ed

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Frank Quinn
From: brianboro
Date: 27 Aug 01 - 04:09 PM

Roberto did you get yr lyrics of Goddbye Mick as I think I may have them . Brian Boro

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Frank Quinn
From: GUEST,Roberto
Date: 28 Aug 01 - 03:16 AM

Thank you, but Frank Quinn sings different words. For example, in the first stanza, he says something about his trunk stored in the ship. It his his version's that I am looking for. It is in the Arhoolie CD by Frank Quinn titled "If you are Irish". Roberto

Subject: Lyr Add: GOOD-BY, MIKE, GOOD-BY, PAT
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 29 Aug 10 - 04:33 PM

Here's an old version; I think it may be closer to what Frank Quinn sings than other versions at Mudcat. At least it mentions his trunk being stowed.

From Irish Come-All-Ye's compiled and arranged by Manus O'Conor (New York: The Popular Publishing Company, 1901), page 33:


GOOD-BY, MIKE, GOOD-BY, PAT.

1. The ship will sail in half an hour, to cross the broad Atlantic.
My friends were standing on the pier with grief and sorrow frantic.
My trunks were stowed down below in the great ship, "Dan O'Leary."
The anchor's weighed and the gangway is up. I'm leaving Tipperary.

CHORUS. Good-by, Mike, good-by, Pat, good-by, Kate and Mary,
For the anchor is weighed, the gangway is up. I'm leaving Tipperary.
See, there's the steamer blazing up. I can no longer stay,
For I am bound for New York City, boys, three thousand miles away.

2. My portmanteau I have got packed with potatoes, greens and bacon.
If you don't think I'll look after that, in troth you are mistaken.
If the ship pitch and toss, for a half a dozen farthings,
I'll take my trunk upon my back and walk to Castle Garden.

3. Give my respects to Mr. Mack, and likewise to Mrs. Hagan,
And I'll come back to the christening when she marries Patsy Fagan.
I'm deep in love with Mollie Burke, as a jackass is in clover.
When I am settled, if she will come, I'll pay her passage over.