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17 Mar 16 - 08:45 PM (#3779500) Subject: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: AmyLove The songs I'm singing today to celebrate St Patrick's Day: St Patrick Was a Gentleman (Rattle the Boards) Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people He built a church in Dublin town, and on it put a steeple His father was a Gallagher, his uncle was a Grady His aunt was an O'Shaughnessy, his mother was a Brady The Wicklow hills are very high, so is the hill of Howth, sir But there's a hill much higher still, much higher than them both, sir 'Twas on the top of this high hill St. Patrick preached a sermon He drove the frogs into the bogs and banished all the vermin Farewell to St Patrick's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes an awful twist and banished them forever Farewell to St Patrick's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes an awful twist and banished them forever Not a mile on Ireland's Isle, where the dirty vermin muster But there he put his dear forefoot, and he murdered them in clusters The toads went pop, the frogs went hop, slap-dash into the water The snakes committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter A hundred thousand reptiles blue he charmed with sweet discourses And dined on them in Killaloe, in soups and second courses When blind worms crawling in the grass disgusted all the nation Right down to hell with a holy spell, he changed their situation Farewell to St Patrick's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes an awful twist and banished them forever Farewell to St Patrick's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes an awful twist and banished them forever No wonder that them Irish boys should be so gay and frisky Sure, St. Pat he taught them that, as well as making whiskey No wonder that the saint himself should understand distilling For his mother kept a shebeen shop, near the town of Enniskillen Was I but so fortunate to be back in Ulster I'd be bound that from the ground, I never more would once stir For there St. Patrick planted turf and cabbages and praties Pigs galore, mo ghrá, mo stór, altar boys and ladies Farewell to St Patrick's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes an awful twist and banished them forever Farewell to St Patrick's fist, he was a saint so clever He gave the snakes an awful twist and banished them forever Hail Glorious St. Patrick (Derek Warfield) Hail! glorious Saint Patrick, dear Saint of our isle! On us your poor children, bestow a sweet smile; And now that you're high in your mansions above, On Erin's green valleys look down with your love. On Erin's green valleys, On Erin's green valleys, On Erin's green valleys look down with your love. Your people now exiles on many a shore, Shall love and revere you till time is no more The fire you have kindled shall ever burn bright Its warmth undiminished, undying its light. On Erin's green valleys, On Erin's green valleys, On Erin's green valleys look down with your love. God bless and defend the sweet land of our birth, Where the shamrock still blooms as when you were on earth, And our hearts shall yet burn, wherever we roam, For God and Saint Patrick, and our native home. For God and Saint Patrick, For God and Saint Patrick, For God and Saint Patrick, and our native home. Hail! glorious Saint Patrick, you're Erin's great pride, Watch down on the Celts on the banks of the Clyde, With green and white banners a cross and a prayer, Where Erin's green valleys look down on Parkhead Where Erin's green valleys, Where Erin's green valleys, Where Erin's green valleys look down on Parkhead Hail! glorious Saint Patrick, dear Saint of our isle! On us thy poor children, bestow a sweet smile; And now that you are in your mansions above, On Erin's green valleys look down with your love. On Erin's green valleys, On Erin's green valleys, On Erin's green valleys look down with your love. St. Patrick's Breastplate (Heather Wood and Royston Wood) I bind unto myself today the strong name of the Trinity, by invocation of the same the three in one, and one in three. I bind unto myself today the power of God to hold and lead, his eye to watch, his might to stay, his ear to hearken to my need, the wisdom of my God to teach, his hand to guide, his shield to ward, the word of God to give me speech, his heavenly host to be my guard. Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort and restore me. Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me Christ in mouth of friend and stranger. Against the demon snares of sin, The vice that gives temptation force, The natural lusts that war within, The hostile men that mar my course; Or few or many, far or nigh, In every place and in all hours, Against their fierce hostility I bind to me these holy powers. I bind unto myself today the virtues of the star-lit heaven, the glorious sun's life-giving ray, the whiteness of the moon at even, the flashing of the lightning free, the whirling wind's tempestuous shocks, the stable earth, the deep salt sea around the old eternal rocks. Dóchas Linn Naomh Pádraig (Irish Philharmonic Orchestra and Chorus) Dóchas linn Naomh Pádraig, aspal mór na hÉireann, Ainm oirdhearc gléigeal, solas mór an tsaoil é. D'fhill le soiscéal grá dúinn ainneoin blianta 'ngéibheann. Grá mór Mhac na Páirte d'fhuascail cách ón daorbhroid. Sléibhte, gleannta, maighe, 's bailte mór na hÉireann, Ghlan sé iad go deo dúinn, mile glóir dár naomh dhil! Iarr'mid ort, a Phádraig, guí orainn na Gaela, Dia linn lá 'gus oíche, 's Pádraig aspal Éireann. Dóchas linn Naomh Pádraig, aspal mór na hÉireann, Ainm oirdhearc gléigeal, solas mór an tsaoil é. D'fhill le soiscéal grá dúinn ainneoin blianta 'ngéibheann. Grá mór Mhac na Páirte d'fhuascail cách ón daorbhroid. Bí Thusa Mo Shúile (Máire Brennan) Bí thusa mo shúile a Rí mhór na ndúil Líon Thusa mo bheatha, mo chéadfaí 's mo stuaim Bí Thusa i m'aigne gach oíche 's gach lá Im chodladh nó im dhúiseacht líon mé le do grá Bí Thusa mo threorú i mbriathar is i mbeart Fan Thusa go deo liom is coinnigh mé ceart Glac cúram mar Athair is éist le mo ghuí Is tabhair domhsa áit cónaí istigh i do chroí Rich and Rare (Robin Tritschler and Iain Burnside) Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; But, O, her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems and her snow-white wand. "Lady! dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely, through this bleak way? Are Erin's sons so good or so cold As not to be tempted by woman or gold?" "Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm; For though they love woman and golden store, Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more!" On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the green isle; And blest forever was she who relied Upon Erin's honour and Erin's pride! Trasna Na dTonnta (Pádraig Mac Niocaill) Curfá: Trasna na dtonnta, dul siar, dul siar, Slán leis an uaigneas 'is slán leis an gcian; Geal é mo chroí, agus geal í an ghrian, Geal a bheith ag filleadh go hÉirinn! Chonaic mo dhóthain de Thíortha i gcéin, Ór agus airgead, saibhreas an tsaoil, Éiríonn an croí 'nam le breacadh gach lae 'S mé druidim le dúthaigh mo mhuintir! Curfá: Trasna na dtonnta, dul siar, dul siar, Slán leis an uaigneas 'is slán leis an gcian; Geal é mo chroí, agus geal í an ghrian, Geal a bheith ag filleadh go hÉirinn! Muintir an Iarthair 'siad cairde mo chroí, Fáilte 'is féile bheidh romham ar gach taobh. Ar fhágaint an tsaoil seo, sé ghuidhim ar an Rí Gur leosan a shinfear i gcill mé. Curfá: Trasna na dtonnta, dul siar, dul siar, Slán leis an uaigneas 'is slán leis an gcian; Geal é mo chroí, agus geal í an ghrian, Geal a bheith ag filleadh go hÉirinn! Geal a bheith ag filleadh go hÉirinn! |
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18 Mar 16 - 09:46 AM (#3779578) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: leeneia Thanks, Amy. Those are interesting. I observed the day by working on a charming tune from 1815 called 'The Road to Cork.' |
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18 Mar 16 - 10:08 AM (#3779582) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: GUEST I recorded O'Donnell Abu, and David Rovics' St. Patrick Battalion. Am planning others for the rest of March - it still counts! |
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19 Mar 16 - 09:21 AM (#3779783) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: Young Buchan Why not some authentic historical incidents from his life? This was translated from an early Gaelic manuscript by Professor Dominic Behan. I think. (Tune - Rozzin the Beau) When Caesar by conquest elated, on Erin's green slopes cast his eye, He said to his troops, 'Be upseated' and went forth to the wake as a spy. The hairy barbarian, the Briton, in England he'd conquered anew; But he had some fresh fetters to fit on the freemen of Brian Boru. Dressed in a pair of stout breeches, a good pair of boots and corbeen, He struggled through hedges and ditches to where the wake lights could be seen. But being so hale and so hearty he arrived rather soon in the night Before the brave lads at the party were quite drunk enough for a fight. King Brian Boru sat and eyed him, as also did huge Finn McCool, While another was sat in a corner with his crosier propped up on a stool. To Caesar a pipe was extended by him with the crosier and cloak; But Caesar refused, most offended, saying, 'Cities must burn when I smoke.' 'Is that so?' said the other quite civil. 'You'll need a big pipe for that same.' 'Ah well then,' said Caesar, quite livid. 'I'll be damned if you know then my name.' 'Your name and your fame' said the other, 'would both be much safer at home; For the bogs of old Ireland may smother a heathen come over from Rome.' Caesar stood, wanting to leave then, but as soon as he made for the door, He found to his very great wonder that his two feet were stuck to the floor. 'Who are you whose glances appal me?' The other replied with a smile: 'St Patrick my countrymen call me. I'm the guardian of Erin's green isle.' Caesar stood seeming to linger, but Brian Boru bade him go. St Patrick he lifted his finger and Finn McCool lifted his toe. He shot from the spot like a rocket, for Finn McCool kicked with a will. The troops on the shore felt the shock; it electrified valley and hill. Away cross the billowy Biscay, so sickened and saddened he goes, Convulsed with a craving for whiskey and a highly reduced Roman nose. |
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19 Mar 16 - 09:43 AM (#3779790) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: leeneia Good one, Young Buchan! |
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19 Mar 16 - 11:02 AM (#3779802) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: michaelr "Electrified" translated from an early Gaelic manuscript?? |
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19 Mar 16 - 11:22 AM (#3779809) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: GUEST,Jennifer I love it! |
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19 Mar 16 - 01:50 PM (#3779851) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: PHJim When my kids were little, they had a Shel Silverstein record with "The Unicorn" on it. This St Patrick's Day, a member of the local ukulele club suggested that everyone should learn this song as a St Patrick's Day presentation. I wrote her an email asking why she would want to do a song written by a Jew, born in New York about a mythical creature that has no mention of Ireland or of St Patrick. After I had set it, I mentioned it to my wife and she said, "Good grief Jim, the big radio hit of that song was by a group called The Irish Rovers and everyone associates the song with them." I emailed her an apology, but, since I still associate it with Shel Silverstein, It still doesn't seem very Irish to me. Has Shel Silverstein ever been on the cover of The Rolling Stone? |
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20 Mar 16 - 03:09 PM (#3780016) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: michaelr I'd really like to know how the word "electrified" was "translated from an early Gaelic manuscript by Professor Dominic Behan". Young Buchan, please enlighten me. |
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21 Mar 16 - 08:57 AM (#3780104) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: leeneia After the passing of so many centuries, uncertainties have developed. We don't know for sure whether "electrified" means "made like Elektra" or if it means "adorned with amber." The old word for amber, of course, was electrum. I prefer the second explanation because it involves jewelry. |
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21 Mar 16 - 04:36 PM (#3780197) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: Tattie Bogle Well I have gone from the totally serious to absolutely ridiculous and all shades in between. With the 100th anniversary of the Easter uprising coming up, "The Foggy Dew" twice this week, and "The Ballad of John Williams" on the serious side. "Red is the Rose" and "Fields of Athenry" for the romantics. "Courting in the kitchen", "Goodbye Aloysius" and "The Orange and the Green" for the humorous. And for tunes, a trio of polkas, and "Her Mantle so Green" and "Si Beag So Mor" both in 3-part harmony. And I wore my "Official Irish dancing socks", bought in the 2 euro shop in Donegal, and bashed my bodhran a bit! |
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21 Mar 16 - 08:51 PM (#3780230) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: MartinRyan "Goodbye Aloysius"? Tell us more - never heard of that one... Regards |
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22 Mar 16 - 02:07 PM (#3780448) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: JenBurdoo I learned a trio of tunes - Brian Boru's March, Road to Lisdoonvarna, and Drowsy Maggie - as a set called "Brian's Road to Maggie." One of my favorites. |
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16 Mar 20 - 07:04 PM (#4040039) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: keberoxu it's that time again ... |
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16 Mar 20 - 07:27 PM (#4040042) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: Tattie Bogle Oh well, 4 years on, and we were supposed to be doing a St Patrick's Day Cafe Ceilidh in the Scottish Storytelling Centre tomorrow, but it's been cancelled, no thanks to the coronavirus situation. And if Martin Ryan's still looking in, here are the lyrics for "Goodbye Aloysius" - sung to the tune of Mushin Durkeen. (And you can, if you wish add a refrain of Nya, nya nyas!) Goodbye Aloysius Chorus Goodbye Alooiscious I'm fed up washing dishes No more I'll sew your buttons No longer will I slave As sure as ma name is Sarah I'll be leavin’ you tomorra For livin’ with a crabbit man Would drive you to the grave. 1. In the days I first went dancin’ I was never tired romancin’ Till I met a man from Candrahee Who gave to me a ring He was so fun and dandy Like bumbee after honey Now that we are married He's a wasp with a double sting. Chorus 2. He said he stop his ramblin’ He said he stop his gamblin’ He stole the children’s money box I had to hide me purse. I tried to coax and tease him But the divil wouldn't leave him I married not for better, girls I married him for worse Chorus 3. Goodbye to all the girls at home I'm sailing far across the foam I'll miss you all on Sunday nights At Bingo in the club But if there’s one among ye Has a crabbit man that’s stung yiz Just hop aboard this bus with me And this is what we'll say Chorus x 2 |
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16 Mar 20 - 07:33 PM (#4040044) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: mg i a suggesting all people of irish descent or interest join at 6 p.m. your time on SPD to sing three songs iike the italians did. first we're on the one road sharing the one load https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X44OfwqiZAw, 2 molly malone, 3 irish eyes are smiling. spread the word. |
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16 Mar 20 - 08:03 PM (#4040045) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: An Buachaill Caol Dubh I'd advise against the first, since there are some widely known alternative lines which, one might say, aren't exactly "inclusive". Actually, the version of "Hail, glorious St Patrick" quoted above omits one verse (something about an "alien band") and adds another. This particular Emissary of Rome wasn't noted for his interest in football. Hail Hail... |
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16 Mar 20 - 08:06 PM (#4040046) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: GUEST,Martin Ryan Yep, Tattie Bogel - still around! Thanks for that. Regards |
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08 Mar 21 - 02:21 PM (#4096687) Subject: RE: My St Patrick's Day songlist From: Helen This is the list our session group will be using in Oz. The numbers on the left are the page numbers from our full tune list, but each page is a set. # Key St Pat’s 2021 1 G South Wind 1 G Fanny Poer 1 G Josephine's 2 G Roddy McCorley 2 G Mountains of Pomeroy 2 D Centenary March, The 5 D Boys of Bluehill 5 D Harvest Home 11 C Brown Jug Polka 11 G Tell Me Ma 11 D Jenny Lind 15 Am Butcher's March 15 G Banks of Lough Gowna 15 Em Trip to Killavil 18 D Dingle Regatta, The 18 D Behind the Haystack 18 G Blarney Pilgrim 19 D Pat Horgan's #1 19 Em Pat Horgan's #2 19 D 40 Pound Float 20 D Foxhunter's Jig 20 Am Rocky Road to Dublin 20 D Slip Jig 21 G Blackthorn Stick 21 AM Rakes of Kildare 21 G Clare Jig 22 Em O'Keefe's Slide 22 D Cock o' the North 22 G 100 Pipers 23 D Dan Mack's 23 G Captain Bing 25 D Erin Shore 25 Em Lannigan's Ball 26 D Wind That Shakes the Barley 28 Em King of the Fairies 28 G Sweeney's 29 G Inisheer 30 G Rakes of Mallow 30 G Davy Knick-Knack 30 G Winster Galop 31 G Off to California 32 G Maggie in the Wood 37 G Thady You Gander 37 G Kincora Jig, The 37 C Cunnamulla Stocking Jig 37 Em Road to Lisdoonvarna 38 Am Sliabh Russell 38 G Jim Ward's Jig 40 Em Star of the County Down 40 Em Finnegan's Wake 43 Am O'Carolan's Welcome 45 G Kesh, The 45 G Irish Washerwoman, The 46 G Fields of Athenry, The 48 Em Cooley's Reel 50 D Snowy Path, The 50 Em Butterfly, The 50 G Banshee, The 51 G Rosin the Bow 55 D Banish Misfortune 56 G I Buried My Wife and Danced 56 Em Peat Fire Flame 57 Am Ballydesmond Polka 1 & 2 58 G Sally Gardens 59 D Kerfunken Jig, The 62 Em Swallowtail Jig 62 Am Coleraine Jig 64 Dm Dick's Pig 64 Dm Maid Behind the Bar, The 65 D Saint Anne's Reel 66 Am Mist Covered Mountains, The 66 Am Geese in the Bog, The 70 D Come by the Hills 73 Am Brian Boru's March 73 G O'Neill's March 74 Am After the Battle of Aughrim 74 Am Lord Mayo 74 Em Return from Fingal 85 Em The Parting Glass 88 G Flatwater Fran 91 Em Volunteer 91 G Old Concertina Reel 91 Am Tamlin Reel 92 D Boy in the Gap 92 D Sixpenny Money 92 Em Drowsy Maggie 94 G Give Me Yr Hand 94 G Lakes of Ponchartain 96 Em Kid on the Mountain 97 D Planxty Hewlett 97 D Lord Inchiquin 101 G Marino Casino 101 Em The Boyne Water 102 Am Sligo Maid 102 Em The Congress Reel |