Your Poet-Sage of the Week:

On the eve of St. Paddy'd Day:
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day the Poet-Sage of the week is this little Irish ditty, it’s a happy Irish song, only one person dies in it. Now the Sweet and Very Irish (don’t belive me, she will park a car bomb in front of your house or at least knee cap you if you piss her off, she is after all my little flower) can sing this song so well that every St. Paddy’s day people pay her to come and sing. Now another great rendishion is when 35 drunk rugby players both act it out and sing it, its enough to bring tears to your wee’ eyes.



“Cockles and Mussels” or “Sweet Molly Malone”


In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow

(Chorus)
Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O!"
Crying "Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!"

She was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow,

Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O!"
Crying "Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!"

She died of a fever
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow

Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O!"
Crying "Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!"
(sung very quite)

Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O!"
Crying "Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!"
(sung very loud)




Good eh what? But how many of you know the Irish National Anthem?

A Soldier's Song

I’ll sing you a song a soldiers song
With cheering rousing chorus
As round the blazing fire we throng
The starry heavens o’er us
Impatient for the coming fight
As we await the morning light
Here in the silence of the night
We will chant a soldier's song

REFRENG:
Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come from the land beyond the waves
Sworn to be free no more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave
Tonight we man the bairnwail
For Erin's cause come woe or weal
Mid cannon's roar and rifle's peal
We will chant a soldier's song

In valleys green or towering crag
Our fathers fought before us
And conquered deep that same old flag
That's proudly flying o'er us
We're children of a fighting race
That never yet have known disgrace
As we march the foe to face
We will chant a soldier's song

'REFRENG'

Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long watched day is breaking
The serried ranks of Innisfail
Shall set the tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low
See in the east a silvery glow
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe
So chant a soldier's song.




Always a Good Drinking Song:

The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many the year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

REFRENG:
And it's no nay never no nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover no never no more.

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me 'nay
such a custom like yours I could have any day'.

'REFRENG'

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said 'I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure twere only in jest'.

'REFRENG'

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they caress me as oft times before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more

'REFRENG'


and a few songs about the “Troubles”



God Save Ireland

High upon the gallows tree
Swung the noble-hearted three
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom
But they met them face to face
With the courage of their race
And they went with their souls undaunted to their doom

REFRENG:
God save Ireland said the heroes
God save Ireland said they all
Whether on the scaffold high
Or the battle field we die
Oh no matter when for Erin dear we fall

Girt around with cruel foes
Still their courage proudly rose
For they thought of hearts that loved them far and near
For the millions true and brave
O'er the oceans swelling wave
And the friends in dear old Ireland ever dear

'REFRENG'

Climbed they up the rugged stair
Rang their voices out in prayer
Then with England's fatal cord around them cast
Close behind the gallow's tree
Kissed like brothers lovingly
True to home and faith and freedom to the last

'REFRENG'

Never till the latest day
Shall their memory pass away
Of the galant lives thus given for our land
But on the cause must go
'Midst the joy or weal or woe
Till we make our isle a nation free and grand

'REFRENG'

A Nation Once Again

When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen
For Greece and Rome that bravely stood
Three hundred men and three men
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain
And Ireland long a province be
A nation once again

REFRENG:
A nation once again
A nation once again
And Ireland long a province be
A nation once again

It whispered through that freedom's ark
That service high and holy
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly
For freedom comes from God's right hand
And needs a godly train
And righteous men must make our land
A nation once again

'REFRENG'

So as I grew from boy to man
I bent me to the bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding
For thus I hoped some day to aid
Oh can such hope be vain
When my poor country should be made
A nation ance again

'REFRENG'



and yes dear reader, I grew-up singing these and many more…no wonder I turned out the way I did….



I remain, spoil'en for a fight and a drink or two:

John Q. O'Public