Lyr Req: The Man Who Drank the Farm (M MacConnell)

Subject: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConnell)
From: GUEST,12Stringstan
Date: 29 Dec 04 - 08:34 AM

I'll write before pressing enter this time....Doh
Looking for the words of The man who drank the farm, written By Mickey MacConnell, a search teaches me, he visits this site, and he mentioned the song,in a post way back but didn't supply the words,
any chance of posting them.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConnell)
From: GUEST,Toenails John
Date: 29 Dec 04 - 09:03 AM

I have these words, but i won't post them straight away, perhaps Mickey MacConnell himself would like the honour. If there seems to be no progress on them, i will post them for you.
Great song, I'm just getting round to learning it myself.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConne
From: open mike
Date: 29 Dec 04 - 09:53 PM

please combine these threads

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConnell)
From: GUEST,12 String Stan
Date: 30 Dec 04 - 10:17 AM

I don't know how to,
When i started originally, i accidentally hit enter, and submitted a blank post, How do i combine them???

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConne
From: open mike
Date: 30 Dec 04 - 09:41 PM

a joe clone can--and did--do the combining...

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConnell)
From: Noreen
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 05:17 AM

Don't worry Stan, Joe Offer or one of his elves will wave a magic wand and all will be fine (I've put a request in the Help forum for such to be done, open mike).

Sorry I can't help with the song, but a Happy New Year to you!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE MAN WHO DRANK THE FARM (M MacConnell)
From: chordstrangler
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 02:42 PM

My Uncle Peter rolled his eyes and gave out a mighty roar.
He grabbed his chest, he gasped for breath and he fell dead on the floor.
Then later when the will was read, the family was alarmed,
For Uncle Peter left to me his house and farm of land.

I was never into farming much. To the soil I don't belong.
I much prefer the public house with the women, wine and song.
That's why the neighbours point at me and say behind their hands,
"Sure yonder goes Mad Mickey. He's the man who drank the farm."

CHORUS: First I drank the bottom field and then I drank the bog,
Forty little black faced ewes and Shep the collie dog,
The cattle in the byre, the bonhams and the sow.
Now I'm finished with the harrow and I'm starting on the plough.

Now Hector was the Banty (Bantham) cock and he was the first to go,
For long before the break of dawn, he'd stick up his beak and crow.
A neighbour woman up the road admired him in the yard,
So two pounds fifty later and bold Hector got his cards.

But the hens got agitated after Hector went away,
And their beady eyes suggested their suspicion of fowl play.
I looked up the yellow pages. A pheasant plucker said he'd buy.
That night in Biddy Mulligan's, boys, I made the feathers fly.

Then a few old friends invited me to a soccer match in Spain,
So a load of bullocks later, and I stepped on board the plane.
I must have took the wrong way home, for I wakened up in Greece,
Where I found that bed and breakfast cost me cutlets, chops and fleece.

Mind you, sheep are awful awkward yokes, for when they choose to graze,
They insist on climbing to the top of mountains, hills and braes.
When I heard that the All Ireland was being held in Ballina,
Without the slightest hesitation, I flogged the flock to fund the fleadh.

But the bank is getting nasty and they say they'll take no more,
And have started pinning statements with sharp daggers to the door.
They say when they come round again, they'll bring the bailiffs in,
So it looks as if I'm facing Ruination Once Again.

Ruination Once Again,
Ruination Once Again.
Without another load of bullocks,
It's Ruination Once Again.

Now things are getting desperate 'cause there's nothing left to sell,
But to my joy, I hear that Uncle Pat is quite unwell.
I think I'll call to see him with strong drink to ease his pain,
And if Lady Luck smiles down on me, I'm in business once again.

And first I'll drink his bottom field, and then I'll drink his bog,
His forty little black faced ewes and his little hairy dog,
The cattle in the byre, the bonhams and the sow,
For I will and I must get plastered for the humour is on me now.


Thanks for the interest in the song and a Happy New Year to all Mudcatters.
Mickey

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConnell)
From: GUEST,12 String stan
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 03:32 PM

Nice one Mickey, Happy new year to all
12Ss
(....walks away muttering, f**k this IS a good site!........)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConnell)
From: Seamus Kennedy
Date: 01 Jan 05 - 04:04 AM

Hey Mickey....The Humour is On Me Now?
Is that a recent addition?
Love yourstuff, man. Happy Nw year, you bloody Genius!

Seamus

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The man who drank the farm(M.MacConnell)
From: chordstrangler
Date: 01 Jan 05 - 02:09 PM

Thanks Seamus. Happy New Year.