The Lost Clancy Brother…?

So…back on St. Patrick’s Day, I played some Irish Music for Liam in the car on the way to school.  All I happened to have with me was a Clancy Brothers’ CD of Irish Drinking Songs, but I popped it in anyway thinking it would just be that one time, just for the duration of the ride to school.  (It was just to get him “in the mood” for the festivities.)

WELL.  Evidently hearing just those few songs in a ten minute period was enough to awaken the balladeer in our boy.  After that, EVERY TIME we’ve gotten into the car, he’s asked for – nay, DEMANDED “the Irish songs.”  To see him sitting in his car seat, swinging his legs, swaying and grinning is priceless, and the music is lively and fun, so I haven’t thought much of it.

Until I realized he was memorizing them.

Now, I took video of him singing yesterday, but before you listen – if you’re not familiar with classic Irish drinking songs- you may need “translation”.   I’ve added a playlist below of what he’s actually been listening to, and the ones he sang/talked about…and then the lyrics…and THEN the video.  Enjoy.

(*sigh*…this kid just kills me, I swear…)


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All For Me Grog

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots
they’re all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking for better weather

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander

Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking for better weather

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander

I’m sick in the head and I haven’t gone to bed
Since I first came ashore from me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies don’t you know
Far across the western ocean I must wander

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
Across the western ocean I must wander


Real Old Mountain Dew
(Edward Harrigan)

Let grasses grow and the waters flow
in the free and easy way,
but give me enough of the rare old stuff
that’s made near Galway Bay.
The gaugers all, from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too,
Oh we’ll give them the slip,
and we’ll take a little sip
of the real old mountain dew.
Hi the skiddley-al-the dall
dal the skiddley al-the dee,
dal the dal dal skiddley al the dee,
Hi the skiddley al the dal,
dal mthe skiddley al the dee,
dal the dal dal skiddley al the dee.

At the foot of the hill
there’s a neat little still
where the smoke curls up til the sky,
by the whiff of the smell,
you can plainly tell
that there’s poitín, boys, close by.
For it fills the air with a perfume rare,
and between both me and you,
as home be go, we will take a litttle bowl,
or a bucket of the mountain dew.
Hi the skiddley-al-the dall
dal the skiddley al-the dee,
dal the dal dal skiddley al the dee,
Hi the skiddley al the dal,
dal mthe skiddley al the dee,
dal the dal dal skiddley al the dee.

Now learned men who use the pen
have writ the praises high
of the sweet poitin from Ireland green,
distilled from wheat and rye.
Sure away with your pills,
it will cure all ills,
be ye Pagan, Christuan or Jew,
so take off your coat, and grease your throat
with the real old mountain dew.
Hi the skiddley-al-the dall
dal the skiddley al-the dee,
dal the dal dal skiddley al the dee,
Hi the skiddley al the dal,
dal mthe skiddley al the dee,
dal the dal dal skiddley al the dee.

The chorus varies – everyone seems to do the lilt a bit different (skiddery al,
or
dithery dal, or skiddley al etc.

And in Colm O Lochlann’s Irish Street Ballads (1938) he writes in the notes: “I
first heard this song at a meeting of newly released political prisoners in
December
1916. I am told it was written by Phil O Neill of Kinsale.”

Finnegan’s Wake

words and music by traditional

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An’ to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he’d a sort of a tipplers way
but for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day,
he’d a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

One morning Tim got rather full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and
they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
and a barrel of porter at his head

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Widow Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake,
then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O’Brien began to cry,
“Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim, auvreem! O, why did you die?”,
“Will ye hould your gob?” said Paddy McGee

Then Maggie O’Connor took up the cry,
“O Biddy” says she “you’re wrong, I’m sure”
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
and sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage,
t’was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
and a row and a ruction soon began

Mickey Maloney ducked his head
when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim
Now the spirits new life gave the corpse, my joy!
Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed
Cryin will ye walup each girl and boy,
t’underin’ Jaysus, do ye think I’m dead?”



(That last one was the “Fireman Sam” theme song. See below!)

4 Responses to The Lost Clancy Brother…?
  1. Sue Dilling
    April 14, 2010 | 11:07 am

    Liam needs to get a talent agent asap!!! He is so cute and he actually has a good voice!!! Wish I could see you guys!

    Give that Irish builder a hug and kiss from Aunt Sue!!

  2. Robert
    April 15, 2010 | 6:12 pm

    Classic! He needs to learn some “aesthetic” songs. Practice up for Christmas!

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