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Lyr Req/Add: Mick McGilligan's Daughter, Mary Ann

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,
She was the finest girl in all the town,
Whenever she came out, the boys began to shout,
Oh, Mick McGilligan’s daughter Mary Ann.

CHO:
She's my darlin’, my daisy,
She's cross-eyed and lazy,
Hairs upon her chest like any man,
And you know she's on the rocks,
When she's wearin' cotton socks,
Oh, Mick McGilligan’s daughter, Mary Ann

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
(Michael Casey)

Michael McGilligan one fine day
Got a lot of money from the USA.
All through the death of his uncle Joe,
He got a million and a half or so.
Says McGilligan: "I'll give a fancy ball
Down at the old ancestral hall,"
Invited the neighbours everyone
For to have some music and some rare old fun.

CHORUS
So they all went down to Mick McGilligan's ball
Where they had to tear the paper off the wall,
To make room for all the people in the hall.
Oh, the girls and boys made a devil of a noise
At Mick McGilligan's ball.

All of the neighbours came from near and far;
Mulligan arrived there in a motor car;
Old Missus O'Reilly, bless her heart,
Came with the family in a donkey cart.
Pat O'Rafferty arrived in an aeroplane,
You'll never see the like again;
And there was a shout when two old Skins
Came along at a gallop with two Miss Quinns.

And they all went down to Mick McGilligan's ball
Where they had to tear the paper off the wall
To make room for all the people in the hall
Oh, the girls and boys made a devil of a noise
At Mick McGilligan's ball

Fluters and fiddlers danced around;
Drumming on the moleskin made a lovely sound;
They blew a gale on the old trombone,
Then reeled and rollicked to the piper's drone.
When they'd finished with the whiskey, beer and wine
They took a hand in "Auld Lang Syne."
There ne'er was the like I do declare
As that grand old hooley down in sweet Kildare

CHORUS
When they all went down to Mick McGilligan's ball,
Where they had to tear the paper off the wall
To make room for all the people in the hall.
Oh, the girls and boys made a devil of a noise
At Mick McGilligan's ball.

Jon

    This song can be found in A Little Bit of Heaven: An Irish-American Anthology, by Sean McMahon (Mercier Press, 1999)(no melody provided).
    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.


    Source: www.irishsongs.com, the Website of Donal O'Shaughnessy
    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