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11 Dec 07 - 11:23 AM (#2213130) Subject: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht From: Gulliver This is a humorous recitation rather than a song, mainly in English with Irish words: First Verse: On a little farm near Ceathrú Rua Lived buachaill maith named Micheál Mór An only son of thirty four ... at end of day He settled down with th'oul cupán té And .... came by to stroll Or spend the evening time ag ól Any help on lyrics, origin appreciated. Thanks, Don |
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11 Dec 07 - 06:51 PM (#2213445) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht From: GUEST Micheál Mór agus City Sue I heard this story ó my athair, (If you haven't Gaelic it doesn't matter.) This rural Ireland tragic tale Narrates a sad seductive scéal Concerning lust without discretion Agus beagnach rudaí eile freisin! Uair amháin , fadó fadó On a little farm near Carraroe Lived buachaill maith named Micheál Mór An only son of thirtyfour. When work was done at end of day, He'd settle down with cupán tae And seldom felt the call to stroll Or spend the evening time ag ól. His intellectual needs were drawn From books like Peig and Íosagán. And so it was bliain in bliain out Our Micheál hadn't moved about He dreamt of cailíns most men do But never sinned an dtuigeann tú? Meantime up in Átha Cliath A cailín deas had bright idea When laethanta saoire time came by Decided she would like to try Áit beag ciúin like Carraroe (No foreign food: not far to go.) And there to meet the native clann Agus b'fhéidir find herself a man! This cailín deas with eyes so blue Was known in town as City Sue The lusty buachaillí came crawling And all agreed she was go hálainn! She left her men in state of shock O Micheál Mór bí cúramach! This Scarlet Woman knows each trick She's heading West Beware a mhic! The lights shone in the Parish Hall For the local Fáinne Wearers' Ball Bhí Micheál ann bhí Susie ann Dressed in most revealing gown! Our brave Cúchulainn of the West (His hurliing medals across his chest) Exclaimed when City Sue came in "In ainm Dé well féach ar sin!" Though nervous still, he took a chance 'Céad Míle Fáilte' will you dance? Go luath on the floor they strut Cheek to cheek from head to foot! Sue whispered into Micheál's ear "Éist liom now let's disappear We'll use my place the door's unlocked You'll stay the night - seomra a-hocht!" Chríost! Micheál's ceann was in a spin Ni raibh sé thinking thoughts mar sin! He blessed himself ...this Jezebel Would surely damn his soul to hell! He stood aghast could hardly stutter So off he bolted ar a rothar And straight abhaile into bed Decades of the Rosary said! EPILOGUE Micheál Mór still sleeps alone In his leaba beag Ochón, Ochón. He often dreams of seomra a-hocht WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN Ó Micheál Bocht! |
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11 Dec 07 - 06:54 PM (#2213447) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht From: MartinRyan Hmmmm.... Now who posted that? Thanks Regards |
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12 Dec 07 - 07:05 AM (#2213712) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht From: GUEST,Philippa submitted to Mudcat 30 July 1999, on the macarónachas thread |
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12 Dec 07 - 07:23 AM (#2213721) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht From: MartinRyan Thanks, Philippa. I think I know the author of this one - if only his name would bubble to the surface of my cesspool mind. Regards |
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12 Dec 07 - 07:36 AM (#2213726) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht From: Gulliver Go raibh maith agat, a Phillipa! Rinne mé cuardach, ach ní raibh mé in ann aon rud a fháil amach. Don |
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22 Dec 14 - 03:31 PM (#3687856) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: City Sue, or Seomra a h-ocht From: GUEST,Mairead agus Maire Ta go maith .....and many thanks...we now have our Christmas party piece |