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01 Sep 98 - 05:20 AM (#36669) Subject: Lyrics needed !!! From: Largo Hi ! Long time no see you all, folks. Now I need some help again. Lookin' for lyrics for "Erin Go-Brath" and "Moch 'S Mi'gErigh air Bhcagan Eislcan". The first one was sung by Dick "don't-know-what" on Brittish folk collection CD. And the second one was sung by Anna Mhoireach on Lemon Tree Event. Any comments are appriciated. Cheers, Largo
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01 Sep 98 - 06:40 AM (#36671) Subject: RE: Lyrics needed !!! From: alison Hi, It's here. Just adjust the spelling to "Erin go bragh" and search the database. Slainte alison |
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01 Sep 98 - 07:13 AM (#36674) Subject: RE: Lyrics needed !!! From: Largo Thank you Alison ! For sure I will Largo
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01 Sep 98 - 07:26 AM (#36675) Subject: RE: Lyrics needed !!! From: Largo Eh..., Alison?.... Ah jis' looked through the base, 'tis a wee wrang ones. The one I'm looking for tells about a man which travels from Argille down to the South and faces with ugly prejudies of Southern people against 'teuchters'. Largo P.S. Anyway thank you for your help :-)
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01 Sep 98 - 09:00 AM (#36680) Subject: Lyr Add: ERIN GO BRAGH From: Largo This turns into sort of monologue... I've found "Erin go Bragh" I was lookin' for (those who interested in can find the lyrics below. But still have a problem with Anna Mhoireach (Murray) song. But I bet next post in this thread will be my one response to my own request... sigh....this looks stupid... Largo ERIN GO BRAGH (Words and Music: Trad. arr. Gaughan ) Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o Argyll A've traivellt this country for mony's the mile A've traivellt thro Irelan, Scotlan an aa An the name A go under's bauld Erin-go-Bragh
Ae nicht in Auld Reekie A walked doun the street
Well, A am not a Pat tho in Irelan A've been
Well A know ye're a Pat by the cut o yer hair
An were A a Pat an ye knew it wis true
An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist
Bit the people cam roun like a flock o wild geese
Bit A cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth
Sae come aa ye young people, whairever ye're from |
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01 Sep 98 - 04:12 PM (#36724) Subject: RE: Lyrics needed !!! From: Barry Finn You might find this recorded by Norman Kennedy too, back in the mid 70's he was doing a great job singing this, pretty much the same version. Barry |
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02 Sep 98 - 12:19 AM (#36764) Subject: RE: Lyrics needed !!! From: Barry Luft address: bmhluft@oanet.com Trying to figure out the Lyrics to Laszio Slomovitz's "Old Lovers" as recorded by Bryan Bowers - in particular the third line of the song "She pushed her p... up her arm. We can't figure out the word, and would like to know what the term refers to if anyone out there knows. thanks, Marnie Harrison, Barry Luft, Calgary Alberta Canada email: bmhluft@oanet.com |
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05 Oct 14 - 02:34 PM (#3666362) Subject: Lyr Add: ERIN-GO-BRAGH (from Robert Ford, 1899) From: Jim Dixon From Vagabond Songs and Ballads of Scotland edited by Robert Ford (Paisley: Alexander Gardner, 1899), page 47: ERIN-GO-BRAGH My name's Duncan Campbell, from the shire of Argyle. I've travelled this country for many a mile. I've travelled through England and Ireland and a', And the name I go under's bold Erin-go-Bragh. One night in Auld Reekie, as I walked down the street, A saucy policeman by chance I did meet. He glowered in my face and he gave me some jaw, Saying, "When came ye over, bold Erin-go-Bragh?" "I am not a Paddy, though Ireland I've seen, Nor am I a Paddy, though in Ireland I've been; But though I were a Paddy, that's nothing ava. There's many a bold hero from Erin-go-Bragh." "I know you are a Pat by the cut of your hair, But you all turn Scotchmen as soon's you come here. You have left your own country for breaking the law. We are seizing all stragglers from Erin-go-Bragh." "Though I were a Paddy, and you knew it to be true, Or were I the devil—pray, what's that to you? Were it not for the baton you have in your paw, I would show you a game played in Erin-go-Bragh." Then a switch of blackthorn that I held in my fist. Across his big body I made it to twist, And the blood from his napper I quickly did draw, And paid him stock and interest for Erin-go-Bragh. The people came round like a flock of wild geese, Crying, "Stop, stop the rascal; he has killed the police," And for every friend I had, I'm sure he had twa. It was very tight times with bold Erin-go-Bragh. But I came to a wee boat that sails on the Forth. I picked up my all, and I steered for the North. Farewell to Auld Reekie, policeman and a'. May the devil be with them, says Erin-go-Bragh. Now, all you brave fellows that listen to my song, I don't care a farthing to where you belong. I come from Argyle, in the Highlands so braw, But I ne'er take it ill when called Erin-go-Bragh. Not an Irish song this, as the title would make the novice infer. But natives of the Western Highlands and Islands of Scotland have a good deal in common—in accent and otherwise—with the people of the North of Ireland; and the verses describe only how "Duncan Campbell, from the Shire of Argyle," suffered in Edinburgh, in the "No Irish need apply" days, by being mistaken for a son of Saint Patrick. Many will recognise the song as an old and common favourite in Scotland. |
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05 Oct 14 - 03:02 PM (#3666367) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Erin Go Bragh From: Jim Carroll Erin go Bragh* (Laws Q20; Roud 1627) Tom Lenihan, Knockbrack, Miltown Malbay, Recorded 1976 Carroll Mackenzie Collection My name is Old Paddy from the town of Athy, I have traveled this country for many a mile. I have traveled through England, through Scotland and all And the name that I go by is Erin go Bragh. One night as Old Paddy went out for a walk He chanced for to meet with a saucy police. He clouted his face and he gave him some jaw, Saying: When come you over from Erin go Bragh? 'I know you're a Paddy by the cut of your hair, And I know you're a Paddy by the clothes that you wear; And you have come over for breaking the law. Oh we're taking bold heroes from Erin go Bragh.' 'Well if I was a Paddy and that to be true, And if I was the Devil, well – what's that to you? And but for that baton you hold in your claw I would show you a game played in Erin go Bragh!' With a stick of blackthorn I held in my fist And around his ould napper I made it well twist. The blood from his temples I quickly did draw With a sprig of shillelagh from Erin go Bragh. They all gathered around me like a flock of wild geese, Saying, 'Take that bold rascal that has hit our police.' The only friend I have, he's gone far awa' And Paddy got six months from Erin go Bragh. *Ireland Forever Ballad anthologist Robert Ford wrote of this in 1899: "Not an Irish song this, as the title would make the novice infer. But natives ot the Western Highlands and Islands of Scotland have a good deal in common —in accent and otherwise—with the people of the North of Ireland, and the verses describe only how 'Duncan Campbell, from the Shire of Argyle,' suffered in Edinburgh in the 'No Irish need apply' days by being mistaken for a son of Saint Patrick. Many will recognise the song as an old and common favourite in Scotland." The song was certainly popular in Scotland and was found widely sung by Travellers there. In Ireland, P.W Joyce noted a version in 1850s Limerick and published an 'improved' text of it in his 'Ancient Music of Ireland' and James N Healy include it in volume one of 'Old Irish Street Ballads' indicating that it was a broadside. In theme, it reflects the same sentiment as another song of Scots origin concerning the Irish, Hot Asphalt, where a policeman accusing a crowd of navvies of being 'Tipperary scamps', is thrown into a barrel of melted tar and, when his assailants fail in their efforts to clean him up, ends up: "….in the Kelvin Grove Museum, a-hanging by his belt, As a monument to the Irish stirring hot asphalt". Ref: Vagabond Songs and Ballads of Scotland Vol. 1, Robert Ford, Edinburgh, 1899 |