Irish Pub Songs

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This first volume from Boxty Rebellion represents an energetic set of songs from 1800s to early 1900s and represents some of the more popular Irish pub songs.

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released March 20, 2012

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Boxty Rebellion 上海市, China

James McGeough (aka Jimmy Dash), from Co. Monaghan, Ireland, formed his original Dash Band in 2008 playing country and blues. In 2009 Irish drinking songs were added to the repertoire. Late in 2010 the repertoire was further expanded with traditional Irish songs and Boxty Rebellion was born! The band, past and present, has been composed mainly of musicians from USA, Ireland, England and Scotland ... more

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Track Name: Mountain Dew
Oh, Let the grasses… grow…
And waters flow…
In a free… and easy… way...

But give… me enough…
Of the rare… old stuff...
That's brewed… near Galway… Bay…

Come gouges all…
From Donegal…
Or Sligo… and Leitrim… too……

And we'll give ‘em… the slip…
and we'll take… a sip,
Of the rare… old Mountain… Dew…

Skiddly idle diddle dum, Skiddly idle diddle dum,
Skiddly idle diddle doodle dum deh… [X 2]

There's a neat… little still…
At the foot… of the hill…
Where the smoke… curls up… to the sky…

By the smoke… and smell…
you can plainly… tell,
There's poitín… boys… nearby…

For it fills… the air…
Wwith a perfume… rare,
And betwixt… both me… and you...

As home… we stroll…
ya can take… a bowl…
Or a bucket full of… Mountain Dew…

Skiddly idle diddle dum, Skiddly idle diddle dum,
Skiddly idle diddle doodle dum deh… [X 2]

Now… learned men…
Who use… the pen…
Have written…… the praises… high…

Of the rare poitín…
From Ireland green…
Distilled… from… wheat… and rye…

Put away… your pills…
It'll cure… all ills,
Be ya Pagan… Christian… or Jew…

So take off your coat……
And grease… your throat…
With a bucket full of… the Mountain… Dew...

Skiddly idle diddle dum, Skiddly idle diddle dum,
Skiddly idle diddle doodle dum deh… [X 2]

[Repeat 1st Verse]

Skiddly idle diddle dum, Skiddly idle diddle dum,
Skiddly idle diddle doodle dum deh… [X 4]
Track Name: All For Me Grog
[Chorus] 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,
And so… 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’re worn out… the toes are kicked about,
And the soles are looking out… for better weather…
[Chorus]
Where… is me shirt… me noggin, noggin shirt…
It's all… gone… for beer and… tobacco…
For the collar… is all worn… and sleeves… they’re all torn,
And the tail… is looking out… for better weather…
[Chorus]
I'm sick… in the head… and I haven't… gone to bed…
Since I came ashore… from me slumber…
For I spent… all me dough… on lassies I don't know…
And across… the Western ocean… I must wander…
[Chorus]
Oh… where… is me bed… me noggin' noggin' bed…
It's all… gone for beer… and tobacco…
You see… I lent it… to… a whore…
And… the sheets… they got… all torn…
And… the springs… are looking out… for better weather…
[Chorus]
Where… is me wife… me noggin' noggin' wife…
I sold her (All gone)… for beer… and tobacco…
You see her (Clap) are all worn out [tits or front]
And her (Clap) was kicked about [Arse]… and
I'm sure… she's looking out, for better weather [Chorus X 2]
Track Name: Auld Triangle
Well a hungry… feeling… came… o'er…… me stealing,
And the mice… were squealing… in my…… prison… cell,

[Chorus] And the auld…… triangle went jing ele jangle,
All along…………… the banks of… the Royal… Canal,

To begin… the morning……… a screw…… was bawling…
Get up…… you aul’ bousey… and clean up your… cell...
[Chorus]
[Solo]
On a fine… spring evening… as the lag… lay dreaming,
And sea gulls… were squealing… high above the wall,
[Chorus]
Oh the day… was dying… and the wind… was sighing,
As I lay…… there crying…… in… my…… prison… cell,
[Chorus]
Oh the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping,
As I lay… there… weeping…… for my… ol’ gal… Sal…
[Chorus]
[Solo]
In the female prison… there are seventy five women,
And I wish to God……it was with them… I did…… dwell,
[Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus]
Track Name: The Mero
There's somebody… under the bed…
Whoever… can it be…
I feel so… very nervous…
I call for… Joni…
Joni… lights the candle…
But there’s no… body there...
Hei… hi… diddley… di… And out goes she...

Skipping ropes keep turning…
And children… at their play...
In… and out… to Claredon street…
In… and out… to pray
I haven’t prayed… for 20 years…
Or sung… a happy song
Since praying went with innocence,
And the devil played along...

And we… all went up to The Mero…
Hey there… whose yer man…
It's only… Johnny… Forty Coats…
Sure he's… a desperate man…
Bang-Bang… shoots the buses…
With his… golden key…
Hei… hi… diddley… di… And out goes she…

Me father was a Stater…
Me mother… … loved a Tan
She loved her Heffner sausages…
And her solider fancy man...
Norah… is up at Jacob's…
And Mary's… on the town...
I joined… the Transport Union...
When they said… me nose… was brown…

And we all went up to The Mero…
Hey there whose yer man...
It's Alfie Byrne out walking…
Sure he’s… a decent man...
Bang-Bang… shoots the buses…
With his… golden key...
Hei hi… diddley di… And out goes she...

I’ve a tanner for The Mero…
And me compo money's… hid...
If Mary's in the family way…
She can blame the Cisco Kid...
I'll be langers in the morning…
Me longers… need a patch...
A jaysus… there's Con Martin…
I hope yas win… the match...

Me uncle… had a wolf-hound…
That never… had to pee...
But Hairy Lemon… snatched it…
Down on the Eden Quay...
Now I have… me primo…
Me scapulars… are blue...
For helping… the black babies…
And Dolly Fosset too…

And… we… all went up to The Mero...
Hey there… whose yer man…
It's Brendan Behan out walking...
Sure he's… a ginger man…
Bang-Bang… shoots the buses…
With his… golden key...
Hei hi… diddley di… And out goes she...

It’s true, Dublin's changing...
Since the pillar was blown down...
By the winds of violence…
That's buggering up… the town...
We used to sort a difference…
With a digging match and a jar...
Now they're all playing Bang-Bang…
It’s goin’ too bleedin’ far...

[Slow… No music]

And… we… all went up to The Mero...
Hey there… whose yer man...
It's only… me guardian angel...
Get a large one… for your man...
No use… … in bleeding… rushing...
For now's… the holy hour…
A plenary… indulgence
And… another…… baby…… Power!