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27 Jun 03 - 08:04 AM (#973230) Subject: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery It's been a long oul' time on the offin' but I'm glad to say that we've the makin's of a damn good oul' session on the go here at Drumcree. The 12th's only roun' the corner and you can har'ly see the place for flegs and buntin' and arches and what-have-ye. And the talent's rolling in in busloads by the day. Enya and Daniel O'Donnell are up to their oul' tricks again and we've already had the cops sniffin' roun' the joint, keepin' an eye on them. Sad news that poor oul' Derek Bell won't be with us this year – mad druggy that he was, an' all, the boy was pure crack from start to finish. Christy Moore showed up las' night; Shane MacGowan's been spotted downin' a few jars in Lurgan and Eamonn Holmes and Gino Lupari are rumoured to be plannin' to run a "High and Mighty" concession over in the merchandisin' section of the camp. The Wolfe Tones have been practisin' a version of Dolly's Braes which they're plannin' to do with The Killicomaine Johnny Adair Memorial Pipe Band, and I'm sure we're all lookin' forward to that one! Some other surprises to look out for … the reelin' reverends, Seamus Quinn and Gary Hastings are due to be joined by The Doctor himself and the ecumenical musicianship is guaranteed to be of the highest order. There's a possibility that Abu Hamza might sit in with them. In which case Ronnie Drew will have some serious competition in our ever-popular "Hairiest Gub" contest. But all of thon in due course! I've been severely affected by the muse in the interval between the last Drumcree festival and this and I've penned this year's theme song, which I'd like to share with you. Arty McGlynn's goin' to start me aff on the guitar for this wee number, based on thon oul' Free State favourite, "The Rose Of Tralee". Give us a G, there, Arty! Solid stuff, eh? Alright, ladeeeeez'n'gen'lmen … "The Rows of Drumcree"! The pale moon was rising in far-off Dungannon The sun was declinin' in famed Tandragee When myself and me true love were han'in'-in-han'in Where tents stand in rows in the church at Drumcree CHORUS She was lovely and fair like the rose of the summer But it was not her beauty alone that won me 'Twas the way that she screamed at the cops "No surrender!" And stood staunch and proud mid the rows of Drumcree She bates her Lambeg and the sound is like thunder She drinks her oul' Bucky as if it was tea In her fringed epaulettes, she's a vision of wonder As she swaggers her way through the rows of Drumcree CHORUS Says I, "Me boul' Lil, are ye up for some coortin'" Says she "Me boul' Ike, to cavort I'm not free For I've sworn that to fun I will not be resortin' Till the battle is won in the rows of Drumcree" CHORUS Says I, "My wee honey, my heart it is broken A grey mist of sorrow has settled on me!" Says she, "Shut yer gub, for you near have me bokin' Get on with your jab, in the rows of Drumcree" CHORUS So take my advice all you loyal and free men Oh take my advice and pay heed unto me Don't fall like a gawpshite for beautiful weemen That strut their oul' swagger in the rows of Drumcree |
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27 Jun 03 - 08:17 AM (#973242) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Jeri Isaac, please forgive the fact that I'm not Irish or that I may not reply as I'm off to a festival in a bit, but I AM nosey. Weren't you dead last year? I look forward to reading your reply and possibly something else in this thread when I return. |
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27 Jun 03 - 08:23 AM (#973246) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Reports of my death were merely an excuse for fiddlin' an oul' bit of insurance money. (Now sadly pissed up the wall ... but great crack was had in the process.) Mind you, that's between yourself and myself, y'hear? If I get any insurance people or broo men or people from the club books or anybody else I'm doin' a diddle wi' sniffin' roun' my tent, I'll know who to go after! |
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27 Jun 03 - 08:52 AM (#973253) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Jeri You never said it and I never heard it. Too bad you're only likely to get away with it once! |
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27 Jun 03 - 08:59 AM (#973259) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery You'd never know how many things I'd get away with, Jeri! The right handshake there and the odd codeword here ... But no mind! It's music and crack that has all here at the Drumcree Fleadh. So here's anawr wee yoke to keep 'er lit. I gather that a version of what follows was voted the world's most popular song in some BBC poll a while back. I think the original's not a patch on my version ...! Hi, Warfield! Give us a G there! When boyhood's fire was in my blood I dreamt of fenian-haters Like Cromwell, Luther, Orange Bill To the cause they were no traitors I shuddered at inquisitors Who plied their trade in Spain And dreamt the flames would rise on high Reformation once again Reformation once again Reformation once again I dreamt the flames would rise on high Reformation once again The papal fleg, thon' dorty reg Would lower from Saint Peters And the boul' Red Hand would take command Of all them altar-eaters The Reverend P, would shout in glee At endin' John Paul's reign And with pride and joy, we'd raise the cry Reformation once again Reformation once again Reformation once again And with pride and joy, we'd raise the cry Reformation once again No more false creeds, instead we'd lead Our folks back to the Bible We'd cleanse the taint of every saint We'd fracture every idol We'd ban each hymn that wasn't grim Our churches would be plain And all glitters, we'd tear in flitters Reformation once again Reformation once again Reformation once again And all glitters, we'd tear in flitters Reformation once again |
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27 Jun 03 - 10:59 AM (#973315) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Christy Moore God bless us, Isaac … you're early into the oul' bitterness and no mistake! Fair play, t'ye, mind! The Drumcree fleadh's an interdenominational yoke, and no criticism intended. Anyhow, I've been messin' about wi' an oul' song called "The Man From Mullingar" and I've only come up wi' a tribute to the wee man Bell, the star of the last Drumcree Fleadh. He'll be sorely missed! Ringo, give us a batter on thon oul' drum. Man dear, but thon's a rhythm and a half, eh? You may sing and shout and boast about your Rorys and your Phils Your man called Shane MacGowan who's well known for booze and pills But the rock-and-rollest character, the boy who raises hell Is the chubby man from Belfast, the lad called Derek Bell The word went out "Look out, it's Bell the harper" The lily-livered turned their heel and scarpered When Derek came to Portydown, he drunk the place bone dry And he fathered fifteen childer in the blinkin' of an eye Says Bell "I'm running out of coke and running out of speed To fill again my nostrils, I am in direst need" Says the hoods "Me boy, we'll sort you out, if you have got the cash" Says Bell "Here's twenty thousand, so sort me out a stash" The word went out "Look out, it's Bell the harper" The lily-livered turned their heel and scarpered When Derek came to Portydown, he drunk the place bone dry And he fathered fifteen childer in the blinkin' of an eye When Bell was off his tits, me boys, it was a sight to see He tore into the session that they held in boul' Drumcree He played his harp with fury, he was just like Jimmy Page And he blew every other bugger off the session stage The word went out "Look out, it's Bell the harper" The lily-livered turned their heel and scarpered When Derek came to Portydown, he drunk the place bone dry And he fathered fifteen childer in the blinkin' of an eye Says Ringo to Lupari "By Christ, man this is grim The speed yer man is playing … I just can't keep up with him" Says Gino to McDonagh "Aye, me tipper's just a blur And I lost two stone from playing in the space of half an hour" The word went out "Look out, it's Bell the harper" The lily-livered turned their heel and scarpered When Derek came to Portydown, he drunk the place bone dry And he fathered fifteen childer in the blinkin' of an eye Yer man then played The Stack of Oats and then played Paranoid When he launched into the Ace of Spades, the crowd was overjoyed Smells Just Like Teen Spirit and The Foggy Foggy Dew The Boys Are Back In Portadown and The Good Ship Kangaroo The word went out "Look out, it's Bell the harper" The lily-livered turned their heel and scarpered When Derek came to Portydown, he drunk the place bone dry And he fathered fifteen childer in the blinkin' of an eye Bell clumb up the speakers and he wobbled on the stack And launched himself into the crowd, a wild man for the crack Says he, "Where are you, Iggy Pop and Axl Rose as well? I'm rock'n'roll personified … my name is Derek Bell!" The word went out "Look out, it's Bell the harper" The lily-livered turned their heel and scarpered When Derek came to Portydown, he drunk the place bone dry And he fathered fifteen childer in the blinkin' of an eye |
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27 Jun 03 - 11:55 AM (#973339) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Barney McKenna Fair play to you Christy. I only know the one tune for singin'. But sure, I'll give 'er a lash anyway. 2 - 3 - I am a young fellow that's called Eamonn Holmes In a place called Cafolla's I'm very well-known In the Peking, by God, I've spent many a note On chips, peas and onions and curry My father rebuked me for being such a gru Says I to my da, "To blazes with you I like nothing better than to gobble and chew It keeps me from torment and worry" I know every chipper from Newry to Larne They all say "Here's Eamonn, the dorty big carn His ass is the size of an outhouse or barn And his appetite fairly prodigious Heat up the oil and fire up thon oul' grill For Holmes is the boy than can quare eat his fill By the time he's replete, we'll have more in the till Than oul' Midas, who's famed for his riches" Well it's first I'll have chips and it's then I'll have fish The odd battered sausage, a lip-smackin' dish A burger or two, and then if I wish A pie or a pasty I'll order Some fried sodie bread and a rasher or three The odd chicken drumstick's no bother to me And wash it all down with a gallon of tea For I am the boy can afford 'er |
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27 Jun 03 - 12:40 PM (#973359) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,politicker Oh what fun; a flamin politickin thread, must send invites to all the nutcases on the Internet! I read today that there so little interest in the 12th this year, that the OO is hiring Sachs to alert the public (otherwise occupied with Iraq) that its Riot and Roll time again. Which might explain Downing St sending a memo to GHQ about replacements for NI and selecting only 2nd generation Irish recruits (most of these gentlemen are from Irish emigrant English Catholic families) |
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27 Jun 03 - 03:57 PM (#973450) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Ah, now, calm down, Brawr Politicker, before your oul' (poli)ticker gives out on ye! You're obviously not a regular visitor to the Drumcree Fleadh. But sure, we'll not houl' thon agin ye! We all have to start somewhere. Now pour yerself up a big glass of Bucky and away over thonder to the main stage! |
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27 Jun 03 - 05:12 PM (#973509) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Pope John Paul II Oh feck me McKittery, is it yourself. Are ye to the fore. There was word there that ye were pushin' up the lillies so there was. Boys oh its great to be back. Sure the ould health isn't what it was but its grand to be on the field once more. That was a bad do now way wee Bell. He'll be sorely missed, a civil man, a feckin' civil man. Anyway and away down here fornenst the ould stage that fat bastard Lupari promised me a free pastie supper. Good luck. |
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27 Jun 03 - 10:53 PM (#973675) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Rt Revd Sir jOhn from Hull GUESt-The-Pope-What,do,you,think, to,Sinead,o'Connors,new,CD? i,reckon,its,a,bit,crap,meself.john |
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27 Jun 03 - 11:02 PM (#973678) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: DonMeixner Jeepers....:-) |
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27 Jun 03 - 11:40 PM (#973687) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: alison what I'd like to know is who's the wee hussy flauntin' herself round the camp???? here's me pining away thinkin yer dead.... and yer off chasing dorty wee hoors through the campsite...... ye won't know what's hit ye if I get my hands on ye!! (loved the song Barney) |
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28 Jun 03 - 12:54 PM (#973855) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Pope John Paul II Would you be Bishop John from Hull or do ye kick way the awr fut intirely. Anyway Sinead'll be along anytime now and ye can tell yerself. Aw shite a drapped me chips...in shite. Ah who let them friesen hefers into the field. She's badly organized this year. |
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28 Jun 03 - 03:15 PM (#973931) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Sinead Ras-Ta-Far-I O'Connor Selassie I couldn't give a Bob Marley what you think, John from Hull. I couldn't give a Peter Tosh what anybody thinks, if you're after the truth. Peace, love and ganja. By the way, JP, you'd better watch your step you oul' bollix. Otherwise it's more than your pixture I'll be tearin' up! There wanst was a girl called O'Connor A targe when the anger was on her One night, well-embittered She tore John Paul to flitters Which caused many's the station to ban 'er |
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29 Jun 03 - 12:55 PM (#974244) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Seamus Kennedy Oh my God!! It's alive!!! It's alive!!! Seamus |
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30 Jun 03 - 03:33 AM (#974478) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Ella who is Sooze ha haaaaaa I know who you are - good to here you are about again! Ella (S) |
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30 Jun 03 - 07:41 AM (#974563) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,The Dubliners Oh then tell me Dan O'Donnell, tell me why you hurry so Hush mo bhuachaill answers Daniel, drawin' in a lung o' blow I've got the word the session's startin' and you'd better get there soon For the crack will soon be ninety at the risin' of the moon At the risin' of the moon, the risin' of the moon For the crack will soon be ninety at the risin' of the moon O, then tell me Dan, mo bhuachaill, where the session is to be In the campsite by the churchyard in the townland of Drumcree There'll be zouk's and there'll be bodhrans, there'll be fiddles and Lambegs There'll be Mundies, there'll be Buckfast and we'll drain the very dregs We'll drain the very dregs, we'll drain the very dregs There'll be Mundies, there'll be Buckfast and we'll drain the very dregs There'll be Christy, there'll be Enya, there'll be Gino, there'll be Shane This festival will equal any Lisdoon, any Slane There'll be Van and there'll be Brendan Shine, Phil Begley, Sue McCann We'll have ourselves a hooley in the town that spans the Bann In the town that spans the Bann, in the town that spans the Bann We'll have ourselves a hooley in the town that spans the Bann There'll be Ringo on the bodhran, there'll be Arty on guitar Cara, Máire, Sinead Quinn, every one a star Tomás Mór and Dickie Rock, The Pecker and Jake Burns Every hallion roarin' drunk, while waitin' for their turn While waitin' for their turn, while waitin' for their turn Every hallion roarin' drunk, while waitin' for their turn There'll be Donal, there'll be Sharon, Liam Óg and Mary Black Ray Lynam and Dick Gaughan, Ernie Badness and Barnbrack There'll be helicopters, spotter planes, and water cannons too In case Sinead O'Connor tries her hand at the Seán-Nós Nua Tries her hand at the Seán-Nós Nua, tries her hand at the Seán-Nós Nua In case Sinead O'Connor tries her hand at the Seán-Nós Nua |
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30 Jun 03 - 08:19 AM (#974575) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: MC Fat Fraternal greetings from someone who was pronounced deid last year. |
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07 Jul 03 - 07:48 AM (#978185) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Good man, Brother Fat! We Lazari need to stick toge'er! Was yours an insurance fit-up too? ('S alright, there! Ye kin tell me in confidence, so ye kin!) IMcK |
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07 Jul 03 - 07:49 AM (#978186) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Observant Has anyone noticed that Isaac's sign-off in his last post (IMcK) is an anagram of MIcK? Is there soemthing weird going on here that I'm not aware of? |
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07 Jul 03 - 08:27 AM (#978200) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Van Morrison Grimaces) (Strums guitar. Grimaces again.) Hey where did we go, days when the rain came? Up to our oxters in glar, drivin' me insane Slippin' and slidin', cowpin' and heelin' That day you lit on yer ass, was so revealin' And you're my blue-nosed girl You're my blue-nosed girl Whatever happened? These days are so slow We don't even have a scrap, at the oul' Garvaghy Road Mushrooms and Buckie, don't get me riled no more I'm still lookin' for those days so wild of yore With you, my blue-nosed girl You're my blue-nosed girl Do you remember when, we used to sing Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la We shall not be moved Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la We shall not be moved Shan't be moved Bricks and bottles, claddin' the cops all night Shakin' yer ass downtown, tryin' to start a fight The boys in the Tunnel, knew you were out of bounds They'd soon have converted, if they went the fifteen rounds With you, my blue-nosed girl You're my blue-nosed girl Mundies and Tennents, stuck into the oul' Clan Dew You'd dance round the fire, in your red, white and blue Flickering shadows, highlight your epaulettes I'll never surrender, darlin', I'll never forget You, my blue-nosed girl You're my blue-nosed girl Do you remember when, we used to sing Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la We shall not be moved Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la We shall not be moved Shan't be moved Twirlin' your baton, baby, wish you'd give me a twirl Heart beats like a Lambeg drum, when your colours are unfurled I'd walk through your arch, pretty baby, I'd carry my flegpole high When I'm with you, each day is like the Twelfth of July With you, my blue-nosed girl You're my blue-nosed girl Do you remember when, we used to sing Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la We shall not be moved Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la We shall not be moved Shan't be moved |
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07 Jul 03 - 09:55 AM (#978257) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Van Morrison (Grimaces) (Strums guitar. Grimaces again.) I've been told that in the interests of ecumenism and fraternal love and all thon kind of balls, I need to balance thon last song wi' anawr one. Here goes … "Convent Girl" Hey where did we go, days when the rain came? Try for a carry-out, poolin' our spare change Tauntin' the peelers, give them the double-Vs Drinkin' cider on the golf-course, we snogged at the 14th tee And you're my convent girl You're my convent girl Whatever happened? These days are so slow Nobody in this town will sell me good blow Mushrooms and Buckie, sent me around the twist Barred from the Vintage, and I had my first kiss With you, my convent girl You're my convent girl Do you remember when, we used to sing Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la Tiocfaidh ar la Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la Tiocfaidh ar la Tiocfaidh ar la That night in the barracks, we're both arrested Yer da lost the bap with the cops, our release was requested Walking home up Distillery Hill, on the way to the Tarry I said in ten years time I'd like to marry You, my convent girl You're my convent girl Where are you now, then? Starter house on the Lough Road Thickening ankles, fed up with your workload Do you remember, we would stay up all night Hot knives and vodka, next day we'd feel like shite You, my convent girl You're my convent girl Do you remember when, we used to sing Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la Tiocfaidh ar la Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la Tiocfaidh ar la Tiocfaidh ar la Maybe I'll call you, word from an old flame We could go back on the tear, I will if you're game Causin' a ruction, doin' the double I loved those old days, always in trouble With you, my convent girl You're my convent girl Do you remember when, we used to sing Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la Tiocfaidh ar la Sha-la-la, la-la-la-la Tiocfaidh ar la Tiocfaidh ar la |
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07 Jul 03 - 09:57 AM (#978258) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Amos Jesus, Ike, this is a lot like watching a Punch and Judy show!! Running both sides of the house, are ye? A |
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07 Jul 03 - 11:20 AM (#978311) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery We're very ecumenical A wee bit if-and-whenical In bed till half-past-tenical In oul' Drumcree Some of us are musical But all of us are boozical And the womenfolk quite floozical In oul' Drumcree Our politics are radical A lot not just a tadical In fact we're barking madical In oul' Drumcree Each year we have a festival The crack is just the bestival If a wee bit viper's nestival In oul' Drumcree To musoes we're hospitable Their creed don't matter a shitable We let them play their bitable In oul' Drumcree Shane or oul' Val Doonican Gino or Keith Moonican Just batter out a tuneican In oul' Drumcree It's a great mid-Ulster Glastonbury So get up off yer asstonbury Just a hour's drive from Belfastonbury Is oul' Drumcree See The Chieftains and Van Morrison Big Tom and Sharon Corrison The odd armoured car and Saracen In oul' Drumcree Rock Stewart and the Plattermen Eamonn and the Fattermen Join up with bowler-hattermen In oul' Drumcree Sinead and Larry Cunningham Dana, like a nunningham And of course, The Pecker Dunningham In oul' Drumcree So there you have the history Hope I've cleared the mystery I'm off now to get pistory In oul' Drumcree IMcK |
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07 Jul 03 - 12:52 PM (#978374) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Amos Isaac, I've said it before, and I'll say it again -- yer oughter go pro! A |
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08 Jul 03 - 05:06 AM (#978856) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery To hell with your professional I'd rather be processional Then after have a sessional In oul' Drumcree With Black Bush and with tuinal We don't know what we're doin'al We'll go to rack and ruinal In oul' Drumcree But pass thon bottle Samuel We'll sit and have a jamuel And begrudgers all be damneduel In oul' Drumcree IMcK |
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09 Jul 03 - 04:29 AM (#979577) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Hrothgar Takin' any swimmin' lessons this year, Ike? The ould Alsion's still got the hots for ye. |
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09 Jul 03 - 08:36 AM (#979665) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Ah, man dear, there'll be none of thon oul' crack this year … not after last! … listen now till I sing ye Isaac he was smit by love (heave away, haul away) For his Aussie turtle-dove (bound for South Australia) CHORUS Fear ye God and Honour Kings (heave away, haul away) Heave away now hear me sing (bound for South Australia) Isaac div into the say Like an eel he made his way CHORUS Isaac spied an ocean whale Caught that whale-fish by the tail CHORUS Water-skied in thon whale's wake Get a move on for God's sake CHORUS Thanked the whale-fish for the lift A quare bit closer to his shift CHORUS Isaac did the oul' front-crawl Through the South Atlantic squall CHORUS Isaac rounded oul' Good Hope Isaac cursed the Roman Pope CHORUS Isaac swum then on his back Anything for a bit of crack CHORUS Isaac met a crocodile On its back for the last ten miles CHORUS Isaac thanked the Aussie croc Then he got an awful shock CHORUS Ali she was houlin' out When she said her love was not in doubt CHORUS Isaac, lovesick, wore a frown Swam back home to Portydown CHORUS Isaac's home now from the sea Ne'er again to leave Drumcree CHORUS Isaac's home now in his tent All his fire and passion spent CHORUS Ike will find some Orange lass And soon his grief will surely pass CHORUS Together they will be content Living in their two-man tent CHORUS And Ike will soon forget the blade That won his heart and then betrayed CHORUS No better than a quisling, she Who lives in far-off Austrailyee CHORUS No better she, the boul' deceiver Than those who'd sell us down the river There y'are now! Put thon in your pipe and smoke it! |
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09 Jul 03 - 08:52 AM (#979675) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Dana Now listen up all yous'ns that have yer wee piggy wee eyes on Isaac McKittery. I've been after this gorgeous hunk of Ulsterhood for years and I'm about ready to make my play for him. If any of youse hussies gets in my way, I'll have the eyes out of yer damn heads in a minute, so I will! Sashes and bowler-hats Lambegs and flutes Murals and barricades Smart three-piece suits Molotovs Snow-white gloves The fearless and the few All kinds of everything remind me of you Arches and marches Covenants of blood Full-body s'arches And the oul' Drumcree mud The Red Hand A billy band The Red White And Blue All kinds of everything remind me of you |
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09 Jul 03 - 11:38 AM (#979820) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Brush Shields Ah here, give over that ould shite McKittery. Is that PA on? Is there anybody here can play any drums apart from the Laurel and Hardy men there. Quick turn 'er up there before them feckers Brian Downey and Gary Moore turn up. I'll give them whiskey in the jar. Whiskey up the arse be more their game. Here gimme a G there yer man way the red face. Ye should put that big drum away son before ye hurt yerself. Here we go now... |
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09 Jul 03 - 11:42 AM (#979824) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Rock Stewart Shove over there on thon stage, Brush, ye baldy eejit and give a daycent singer a chance. You strum away there, wi' me! Do you know The Pretty Little Girl From Omagh? In B flat? I've got a capo if you need it. |
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09 Jul 03 - 11:45 AM (#979830) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Gary Moore A capo? Take more than thon till compensate! Give over thon oul' Pretty Little Girl crap. A bit o' blues is what you need! Oy, Basil Brush, give us a twelve-bar riff in E so I can make my yoke squeeeeeeeallllll! |
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09 Jul 03 - 11:48 AM (#979835) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Brush Shiels Lord bless us? Who's thon character wi' the fiddle and the curly mullet? |
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09 Jul 03 - 11:52 AM (#979842) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Gary Moore Thon's Frankie Gavin. There's a boy could blow the two of us away, hi! |
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09 Jul 03 - 11:53 AM (#979844) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Brush Shiels Shite "do", though! |
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09 Jul 03 - 12:13 PM (#979858) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Johnny Adair Boys oh here yiz are now. Here's an ould Thin Lizzy wan to warm the boys at the barricades. Goes to the tune af The Rocker. I'm yer man now if yiz are lookin' fer any Bucky I take no lip don't go slabberin' at me I'll kick yer shite in and ye'll count yerself lucky Here Willie John hand that bottle there to me Cause I'm a proddy That's right I'm a proddy I'm a Billy Boy too baby I'm a proddy Down at Drumcree now me and the boys were marchin' All of the taigs they were yellin' out at me Shut yer arse says I or I'll bait ye wi' this fleg pole Hey there Eileen wud ye drop yer drars fer me Cause I'm a proddy That's right I'm a proddy I'm a Billy Boy too baby I'm a proddy I like to bait me drum Me sash was washed and pressed and stitched up by me Mum We're gonna have some fun Brother Taig you'd better run, run, run Lead Break I like to bait me drum Ye can search me but I have no gun (winks) We're gonna have some fun We'll be down Garvaghy for the day is done Cause I'm a proddy That's right I'm a proddy I'm a Billy Boy too baby I'm a proddy There yiz are now just in time for the peelers tay take me back down the Crumlin. No Surrender and keep her handy boys. |
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09 Jul 03 - 12:38 PM (#979880) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST Your guilty wee secret is out, McKittery. You abandoned poor wee Alison on the shore and went off to pleasure yourself with thon giant squid. |
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09 Jul 03 - 12:47 PM (#979894) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Brendan Bowyer Hello Drumcree, sure tiz grand to be back in the ould sod. Here we go now, come on Shiels ye ballacks... Well now here's a dance ye should know hey Where the lights are low hey...ahhhhgh now there's no call for that. You could took my eye out way that bottle ye feckin' edjit. |
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09 Jul 03 - 12:49 PM (#979898) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Shane MacGowan Feck aff Bowyer ye fat bastard this concert's all about culture not cultchies. Feck aff back tay Vegas. |
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09 Jul 03 - 03:15 PM (#980048) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Ulster News Good evening and this is the news from BBC Ulster. The now Annual Mega Music session at Drumcree has begun amid some controversy and violence. Local promoter and general wide boy Issac McKittery who had been presumed dead has resurfaced. McKittery who disappeared from the site last year under mysterious circumstances was last seen making an attempt to swim to Austrailia. Nothing was heard of from McKittery until 2 weeks ago when he showed up on the church grounds at Drumcree. He has been seen on stage singing and wandering around the site in a drunken state and it has been alleged that he has been interfering with young girls. Pope John Paul has given the Session his blessing and said that although his health was not great he hoped he'd be stickin' out. Were not exactly sure what he meant by that. Violence erupted on the main stage today when former Huckle Buck emprisario and general fat boy Brendan Bowyer was hit by a bottle thrown by Shane MacGowan. MacGowan objected to Bowyer's inclusion in the event and said he was scundered. More news at eleven but first the weather. Rain, rain, followed by light showers, clouding over tonight and more rain after midnight. |
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11 Jul 03 - 08:39 AM (#981185) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Brendan Bowyer I'll start again. Thirteen stitches thon bottle cost me! If I get my hawns on thon ugly melt, I'll skin him so I will! Anyways ... Brush, would you gi' me a bit o' th'oul rockie-rollie stuff. Here's a dance you should know (hey!) Ulster still says no (no, hey!) Gonna walk Garvaghy Road (yo! hey!) And do the hucklebuck, the Drumcree hucklebuck If you don't know how to do it then you're out of luck Light a big oul' joint, pass the number roun' Buy a rake o' Buckie in an offie in the town Pass out in a field, face down in the muck That's what you do when you do the hucklebuck Here's a dance you should know (hey!) Gonna buy a rake of blow (blow, hey!) Gonna walk Garvaghy Road (yo! hey!) A little bit of speed, to stop you gettin' pissed And then you drop some mushrooms and they drive you roun' the twist Spend the night in jail, crawlin' up the walls Before they let you out you'll get a kickin' in the balls You give them the vees cos you couldn't give a fuck That's what you do when you do the hucklebuck (Gino Lupari bodhrán solo) Here's a dance you should know (hey!) Ulster still says no (no, hey!) Gonna walk Garvaghy Road (yo! hey!) Up on Drumcree hill, you drop a lock o' pills And try to get a grope off the gorgeous Orange Lil She gives you a slap and you just brush it aff When you're off your napper everything's a laugh Spark another jay, drain another Buck That's when you do when you do ……… Do the hucklebuck |
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11 Jul 03 - 08:42 AM (#981186) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Shane MacGowan You're still a big gormless culchie with an ass the size of Dundalk! |
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11 Jul 03 - 08:52 AM (#981194) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Shane MacGowan One Summer's evening drunk to hell In Drumcree's foul encampment An old man in the corner sang "Send the croppies all to hell" And on the jukebox, Billy sang Of sweat and tears and blood And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of white gloves giving fingers to me But when I got back to my tent at Drumcree There was no pair of white gloves waiting for And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin', I'll go For a pair of white gloves So drunk to hell I left the place Sometimes crawlin' sometimes walkin' And I fell asleep on Shillington's Bridge And woke up in the night And I heard the sounds of long ago Along the River Bann And I thought about a pair of white gloves Giving finger-signs to me In mud and glar I staggered home And lay down on the ground Where the tents and bivvies of other men Were scattered all around And I saw the trees, the rolling hills The barricades and bonfires And I thought about a pair of white gloves Giving finger-signs to me And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin', I'll go For a pair of white gloves |
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15 Jul 03 - 07:00 AM (#983642) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: GUEST,Press Release Crowds thronged the route of the funeral cortege of Brother Isaac Samuel William Ibrox McKittery, Grand Master, 33rd Degree, Loyal Orange Cabaalistic Lodge 666 and holder of the world distance swimming record. McKittery's death was as flamboyant, ebullient and provocative as his life. After the traditional day of marching and sabre-rattling on the 12th, McKittery returned to Drumcree, where the annual festival of music and dance was "going great guns". In high spirits, McKittery was observed to have changed from his full Orange regalia into t-shirt, beach shorts and flip-flops, determined to relax and enjoy the proceedings at the festival with which he was so proudly associated. But, as was often the case, McKittery's high spirits boiled over. At 2am, police were called to break up a scuffle between McKittery and Donegal heart-throb chanteur, Daniel O'Donnell. Both men had been vying for the romantic attention of local glamour-puss Gloria Hunniford. As an eye-witness recounts … "Yer men were fallyin' her roun' the place., tryin' to tap 'er out. In the end she got fed up wi' the pair o' them and says – Away out o' thon, ye buck-eejits! I'd ate the pair o' yiz for breakfast." Hunniford's remarks were reported to have cut McKittery to the quick and, as the rivalry between himself and O'Donnell intensified – each blaming the other for being blown-out by the fragrant Ms Hunniford – cat-calls soon gave way to stones and other missiles. The presence of the police, who arrived on the scene within minutes, did little to quell the disturbance and the crowd, sensing trouble, congregated around the two protagonists and later took sides with one or the other. The police, fearing a major disturbance, decided to respond pre-emptively, loosing round after round of plastic bullets and turning water-cannons on the assembled multitudes. Not for the first time, such tactics failed to have the desired effect and soon both factions had settled their differences and turned their attention on the forces of law and order. Barricades were hastily erected and at one stage the police were treated to the spectacle of McKittery scaling the barricades in beachwear, silhoutted against the flames of burning tents, hoisting a Red Hand flag. Beside him stood O'Donnell, shirt open to the navel, hoisting a tricolour. Both defiantly faced down the grim lines of peelers. A single shot rang out and McKittery jerked in pain, then fell into the arms of O'Donnell. As McKittery's blood and O'Donnell's tears seeped like some spilt Buckfast into the Drumcree clay, Yeats' words echoed down the years. "All things fall apart … the centre cannot hold … a terrible beauty is born". Garvaghy Road residents gave their consent to McKittery's cortege passing through on its journey from Drumcree to Larne and huge crowds, grief-stricken to the point of near-hysteria, threatened to slow the funeral party's progress as individuals sought to touch McKittery's coffin. The final ceremony – at Larne Harbour – the starting-point of many a McKittery expedition - was as brief as it was touching. As flags of all colours were lowered and a lone piper sounded a lament, McKittery's body was lowered into the sea and floated off. O'Donnell provided the only oration of the day, words which will be remembered in years to come. "McKittery will not be stilled. His body floats upon the sea; his spirit lives within our hearts. Do not say McKittery is dead; McKittery lives! He lives within our bosoms; he resides forever in our memories; and he will live every time our children, and their children, utter his name with pride." |
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17 Dec 03 - 02:13 AM (#1074294) Subject: RE: Drumcree 2003 - The Return! From: Rt Revd Sir jOhn from Hull Mr MacGowan-did you write Farytale of New York, or was it Christy Moor? |