28 Jan 01 - 07:36 PM (#384431) Subject: Mick MiGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: Deckman Can anyone help me remember this song:
Mick McGilligan had a daughter, and her name was Mary Ann,
CHO: THANKS, Bob Nelson, Everett, Wa. |
29 Jan 01 - 04:43 AM (#384613) Subject: RE: Mick MiGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: Quincy Hi Bob, There's a short midi of your song here.Mick McGilligan's Daughter No lyrics yet though! best wishes, Yvonne |
29 Jan 01 - 04:47 AM (#384614) Subject: RE: Mick MiGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: Quincy Sorry Bob......link doesn't work! Will try the page before it and then you can click...hopefully!! Try again!! Yvonne |
29 Jan 01 - 07:50 AM (#384669) Subject: RE: Mick MiGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: GUEST,Steve Latimer My father used to sing this when I was a boy. I've tried to remember the lyrics, but without any luck. I sure would love to know them too. |
29 Jan 01 - 08:03 AM (#384674) Subject: Lyr Add: MICK McGILLIGAN'S BALL (Michael Casey) From: Jon Freeman This has just reminded me of a song that we used to sing In the camper when I went on holiday with my parents. I can't find it in the DT so here goes:
MICK MCGILLIGAN'S BALL
Notes in the McMahon book say that this is a British music hall song which has found popularity in Ireland and in America. |
06 Dec 09 - 01:55 AM (#2781883) Subject: ADD: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Mary Anne From: GUEST,999--hope that's it, Bob. Source: Irish Songs : Donal O'Shaughnessy MICK MC GILLIGAN'S DAUGHTER, MARY ANNE (Louis A. Tierney) I'm a gallant Irishman I've a daughter Mary Anne She's the sweetest, neatest, colleen in this Isle Though she can't now purchase satin She's a wonder at bog latin In a fluent, fascinatin' sort of style. When she's sellin' fruit or fish Sure, it is her fondest wish For to capture with her charm some handsome man Ah! no matter where she goes Sure, everybody knows That she's Mick McGilligan's daughter Mary Anne. CHORUS: She's a darling, she's a daisy And she's set the city crazy, Though in build, and talk, and manner, like a man; When me precious love draws near, You can hear the people cheer For Mick McGilligan's daughter Mary Anne. Alternative chorus: She's me darlin', she's me daisy, She damn near drives me crazy, She's got hairs upon her chest like any man; And you know she's on the rocks When she's wearin' cotton socks, Mick McGilligan's daughter, Mary Ann. She's so frolicsome and hearty, She's the life of every party, She's invited to the hoolies, wan and all; For her big explosive laugh Would cheer up a sick giraffe, Och! a noble heart is b'aten 'neath her shawl. Sure tis aisy to be seen That she is no beauty queen And her double chin is steam-rolled every day; And her eyebrows they are shifted, And her face is being lifted, Though who is goin' to lift it, I can't say. The concertina she can play In a captivatin' way And wan single semi-quaver never misses, Arrah! while you'd reckon four, They'd be dancin' on the floor Tangos, polkas, waltzes, wan-steps, and schottisches. Middle notes play with her nose, Tappin' time with her big toes, While the company admire her figure vast; Them musicianers mad jealous, Sure they're long-haired dreamy fellows, And they know me daughter's tone is unsurpassed. She has fine peroxide thresses And some gorgeous wan-piece dresses, She can use her feet delightful in a dance; Any reel or rink-a-fawder Doesn't cause her any bother, Or them foreign tarantellas straight from France. Like a wartime armoured sloop, She gives wan terrific whoop, And comes sailin' through the room, accordin' to plan, Then yeh'll hear the M.C. shout, "Gents and ladies please look out, Here's Mick McGilligan's daughter Mary Anne." At elocution she is great, Sure "The Abbey" and "The Gate," They were clamourin' for to have her on the stage; But me daughter's so refined, All their offers she declined, And the managers all are in a towerin' rage. At Hollywood, likewise, All them film-actin' guys Are rampageous to get Mary Anne to stay; But she won't leave lover Jim, 'Cos she idolises him, And it's comin' soon, me daughter's weddin' day Mary Anne has got a voice That would make a lark rejoice, A glorious high sultana, clear and strong; Thrush and linnet stop their singin' When me daughter is beginin' For they know that somethin', somewhere, has gone wrong. Her low notes as loud as thunder, Nearly tear your brain asunder, They go whistlin' through the air like twelve inch shells, Sure no depth charge, bomb, or blitz Can be said to equal this, For the atmosphere is filled with shrieks and yells. Tho' she's nearin' twenty stone, She a charm just all her own, She's as graceful as a hippy-pot-a-mus; On her broad expansive face, Smiles of welcome we can trace When she scurtinises everyone of us. We've a hooley every year, When her birthday's dhrawin' near, But achone! mavrone! a pain is in me heart; For I'm goin' to lose me daughter For another wan has bought her, And I know with Mary Anne I have to part. Her finance's name is Jim, He is wiry, tall, an' slim; He tarries at the milk bar all day long. But me cushla dove delights In his many glorious fights, Every single man for miles has heard the gong. Tho' not massive or not bold, He is feared be young and old, Nature built him on a most original plan; Only wan alone he fears, And he hastily disappears, When he sees me little baby, Mary Anne. Ach! the weddin' is tomorrow And a suit I've got to borrow, I must have me father's watch and chain as well, And on Michael's Hill I'll get A tall hat and tie, you bet, And a pair of spats to make me quite a swell; Then I'll give me daughter Anne To the care of her good man, While I'm dhrownded in confetti and in rice, And at the breakfast after, We'll have song, and dance and laughter, And a gross or two of stout ought to suffice.
Almost identical lyrics (no melody) can be found in Walton's New Treasury of Irish Songs and Ballads, Pert 2 |
06 Dec 09 - 04:19 AM (#2781918) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: MartinRyan Interesting. The Louis Tierney name rings a bell - but I can't remember who he was. Wrote for theatre, late musichall? Many of the verses are new to me. BTW "rink-a-fawder" is an anglicisation of the Irish gaelic "rince fada" - literally "long dance", a particular dance figure. Regards |
06 Dec 09 - 04:25 AM (#2781920) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: MartinRyan Song used to feature in Walton's songbooks, IIRC. Regards |
06 Dec 09 - 08:37 AM (#2782027) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: ard mhacha Bob that it, takes me back, it has oul Dublin written all over it, |
06 Dec 09 - 04:17 PM (#2782323) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: Noreen Hope he hadn't really been waiting for it for nearly nine years..! |
06 Dec 09 - 04:54 PM (#2782355) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: The Vulgar Boatman Me father used to sing: "Once she went in for a swim And two policemen they jumped in, They both thought that Mary was a man, But you should have seen them shudder When they found she had no rudder, She was Micky McGilligan's daughter, Mary Ann. She's me darlin', she's me daisy, She's cock-eyed and bloomin' lazy..." A version presumably learned in some forces "sod's opera" during WW2. |
06 Dec 09 - 08:15 PM (#2782488) Subject: RE: req/ADD: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: Deckman YIPPEE ... that's it. I've been looking for it since about 1970. Thanks for posting the words, and thanks Bruce for alerting me. bob nelson |
07 Dec 09 - 05:53 AM (#2782716) Subject: RE: req/ADD: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: MartinRyan Anybody able to put dates on Louis Tierney? I know he was writing (and acting?) in the first decades of 20C. - but would like to put bones on this. I have a feeling he eventually became a theatre impresario? Fergie? Regards |
07 Dec 09 - 06:00 AM (#2782723) Subject: RE: req/ADD: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: MartinRyan ... and for those who think we have any joyce in the mater - Click here and scroll to the bottom right of page 20! Regards |
11 Dec 09 - 05:28 PM (#2786441) Subject: RE: req/ADD: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Maryann From: MartinRyan Refresh |
05 Apr 10 - 03:43 AM (#2879818) Subject: RE: req/ADD: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Mary Ann From: GUEST Chad Morgan sings a song like this. All I remember of it is She's' me darlin she's me daisy She's cross eyed and bloomin' lazy She's got hairs upon her chest like any man My Mum had a record of Chad Morgans and this song was on it. |
02 Mar 15 - 07:47 PM (#3691042) Subject: RE: Lyr Req/Add: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Mary Ann From: GUEST McGilligan's Daughter Traditional. Arrangement The Black Family Now the Dublin girls are grand Up in Kimmage they lead the band The Inchicore girls they charm the Isle of Man Well there is a maiden sweet Not a mile from Francis Street Find her equal in the world if you can Chorus She's a darlin', she's a daisy And she drives the fellas crazy Her sister Maryanne has had her day No matter where she goes everybody knows She's McGilligan's youngest daughter, Maggie May Now she doesn't have to hike Or see McHugh about a bike She is not a girl that's built that way She perfers the bit o'swank With a chappie from the bank She's invited every evening out to Bray Chorus x2 Now her hair's a raving hue All the boys are raving too She is an awful toff to be sure In her neat suit as well Sure she is a terrible swell She swears she'll marry a toff from Terenure Chorus Now the Dublin girls are grand Up in Kimmage they lead the band The Inchicore girls they charm the Isle of Man Well there is a maiden sweet Not a mile from Francis Street Find her equal in the world if you can Chorus x2 Can be found on the album - The Black Family - Our Time Together |
03 Nov 19 - 02:43 PM (#4017033) Subject: RE: Lyr Req/Add: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Mary Ann From: GUEST These are some of thelyrics I can remember from McMcGilligan's daughter Mary Ann. McMcGilligan has a brewery (distill'ry?) and 27 vats of poteen stored up in his attic wall (or room?).... "She could drink Loch (name of lake) dry and I couldn't tell you why but she's even got McGarvey by the_____ (balls?) |
04 Jan 22 - 07:57 PM (#4131045) Subject: RE: Lyr Req/Add: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Mary Ann From: GUEST McGilligan's Youngest Daughter, Maggie May Black Family Intro: [/*G/A/B/B/B/B/C/A/G/F#] [G] Verse: [G] Now the Dublin girls are grand, Up in [C] Kimmage they lead the [G] band. The Inchicore girls they [Em] charm the Isle of [D] Man. Well there [G] is a maiden sweet, Not a [C] mile from Francis [G] Street. Find her equal in the [D] world if you [G] can. Chorus: [G] She's a [C] darlin', she's a daisy. And she [G] drives the fellas [Em] crazy. Her [G] sister Maryanne [/E] has [/F#] had [/G] her [D] day. No [G] matter where she goes, [C] everybody [G] knows. She's McGilligan's youngest [C] daughter, [D] Maggie [G] May. Verse: [G] Now she doesn't have to hike. Or see [C] McHugh about a [G] bike. She is not a [Em] girl that's built that [D] way. She [G] perfers the bit o'swank. With a [C] chappie from the [G] bank. She's invited every [D] evening out to [G] Bray. Repeat Chorus: X 2 Verse: [G] Now her hair's a raving hue. All the [C] boys are raving [G] too. She is an awful [Em] toff to be [D] sure. In her [G] neat suit as well. Sure she [C] is a terrible [G] swell. She swears she'll marry a [D] toff from [G] Terenure. Repeat Chorus: Verse: [G] Now the Dublin girls are grand, Up in [C] Kimmage they lead the [G] band. The Inchicore girls they [Em] charm the Isle of [D] Man. Well there [G] is a maiden sweet, Not a [C] mile from Francis [G] Street. Find her equal in the [D] world if you [G] can. Repeat Chorus: X 2 |