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27 Jan 09 - 12:47 PM (#2550238) Subject: Lyr Req: Paddy's Kill or Cure From: GUEST I'm looking for the words of a Poem/Song called "Paddy's Kill or Cure". All I know is, I heard a few lines of it many years ago, and it started with the lines.... Ya'ra quit your bloody moanin' Jack and making such a din. You can't be half as bad as that You'll have the neighbors in. I know you have a splittin' headache that started in your shoes...... ...Now here's a little cure I made it up myself...... ....I found upon the shelf.... ...It's called Paddy's kill or cure...." It then goes on to list a funny home made concoction/cure. Hoping someone can recall this little ditty. |
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28 Jan 09 - 07:22 PM (#2551495) Subject: Lyr Add: KILL OR CURE / KITTY O'SHAUGHNESSY From: Jim Dixon I don't recognize your song, but it sounds like one I would like to have. I went looking for it, and I found this one, which I know isn't the right one, but it's amusing nonetheless. Someone might appreciate it, and at least it will serve to refresh the thread. From Irish Come-all-ye's by Manus O'Conor (New York: The Popular Publishing Company, 1901): KILL OR CURE. I'M a roving Irish boy. I was born in Ballaraghan, And christened with much joy, after my father, Patrick Fagan. I had a sweetheart, Kitty, and I courted her so gaily. Divil a thought I had of trouble as I twisted my shillelagh. CHORUS: Musha, Kitty O'Shaughnessy, she's the girl for me, Whack fal de daddy, musha, O'Shaughnessy. Och! 'twas herself I courted, a girl so neat and cozy. She said she loved me in return. Her cheeks were red and rosy. Of sovereigns I had twenty; says she, "I've seventeen, We'll join ourselves and them together and live like king and queen!" So we both set sail for Liverpool, and packed our kits together, And married got, so neat and cool, in spite of wind or weather. With our money we opened a shop, in business not amiss. We sold oysters, haddocks, mack'rel, mussels, praties and fried fish. In business we did well, till one day she was taken ill, sirs, And the doctor always ruined me by sending in his bills, sirs. So I made a bargain with him, kill or cure, for twenty pounds so frisky. He was a decent sort, so I tho't I'd stand a noggin of Irish whisky. But she grew worse and worse, which made me quake with fear, sir. The doctor he attended her for more than half a year, sir. Till one fine morn she died, and myself it did bewilder, And the doctor he wanted his twenty pounds in silver. SPOKEN—Says I, you never cured her! No, says he. Then, says I (singing) you dare not say you killed her! So, gentlemen, enjoy yourselves. The whisky drink like thunder. You cannot help but own yourselves there's mirth in an Irish blunder; But when for your wives a doctor you want, mind and yer be sure, Make the bargain, as I did myself, wid the doctor, kill or cure. [There is a similar song called KITTY O'SHAUGHNESSY in Tony Pastor's Complete Budget of Comic Songs by Tony Pastor, edited by John F. Poole (New York: Dick & Fitzgerald, 1864).] |
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15 Sep 12 - 04:42 PM (#3405241) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Paddy's Kill or Cure From: GUEST,999 http://www.itma.ie/digitallibrary/book/kill-or-cure/ I think that the lyric is there, but it's a pdf document and I don't know how to blow it up--not C4 or Semtex, so I should have said enlarge. Anyway, I think that's it. |
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15 Sep 12 - 05:01 PM (#3405259) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Paddy's Kill or Cure From: maeve That pdf document shows the same fine song posted by Jim Dixon rather than the song requested by the original poster. So we're still looking for the other "Paddy's Kill or Cure". |