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Dosheachanta

by MDF

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The Praties Are Dug and the Frost is All Over 04:27
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What would you do if the kettle boiled over? What would I do but to fill it again What would you do if the cows eat the clover? What would I do but to set it again The parties are dug and the frost is all over Kitty lie over close to the wall How would you like to be married to a solider? Kitty lie over close to the wall What would you do if you married a solider? What would I do only follow his gun What would you do if he died on the ocean? What would I do only marry again The prairies all boil and the herrings are roasted Kitty lie over close to the wall You to be drunk and I to be sober Kitty lie over close to the wall What would you do if the kettle boiled over? What would I do but to fill it again What would you do if the cows eat the clover? What would I do but to set it again The praties are dug and the frost is all over Kitty lie over close to the wall How would you like to be married to a solider? Kitty lie over close to the wall
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Black Velvet Band 04:30
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In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to a trade I was bound And many's an hour's sweet happiness Have I spent in this neat little town. A sad misfortune came over me Which caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band. Her eyes they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band. I took a stroll down Broadway Meaning not long for to stay When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid Came a traipsing along the highway She was both fair and handsome Her neck it was just like a swans' And her hair is hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. Her eyes they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band. I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid And the gentleman passing us by Well I knew she meant the doing of him By the look in her roguish black eye A gold watch she took from his pocket And placed it right into my hand And the very first thing I said was Bad 'cess to the black velvet band. Her eyes they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band. Before the judge and the jury Next morning I had to appear And the judge he said to me 'Young man Your case is proven clear' We'll give you seven years penal servitude To be spent far away from the land Far away from your friends and companions Betrayed by the black velvet band. Her eyes they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band.
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Johnny We Hardly Knew Ye 02:58
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Síde of Inis Mór 04:34
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Paddy Doyle's Boots 01:29
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Mister Moses Ri Tooral-I-Ay 02:12
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Building Up and Tearing England Down 02:39
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Oh, I won a hero's name with McAlpine and Costain With Fitz Patrick, Murph Ash and the Wimpey's gang I've been often on the road on me way to draw the dole When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Laing And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick and hod So a Paddy might no hell above the ground I've had gangers big and tough Tell me tear that hole out rough When you're building up and tearing England down In a tunnel under ground a young Limerick man was found He was built into the new Victoria line When the bonus gang had passed sticking from a concrete cast Was the face of little Charlie Joe Devine And the ganger man McGurk said big Paddy hates to work When the gasmain blew and he flew off the ground Oh they swore he said "Don't slack! I'll not be there until I'm back Keep on building up and tearing England down!" I was on the hydro dam on the day that Jack McCann Got the better of his stammer in a week He fell from the shuttering jamb And that poor auld stuttering man He was never ever more inclined to speak And I saw auld Bald McCall from the big flyover fall Into a concrete mixer spinning round Tough it wasn't his intent he got a fine head of cement When he was building up and tearing England down I remember Carrier Jack with his hod upon his back How he swore one day he'd set the world on fire But his face they've never seen Since his shovel it cut clean Through the middle of the big high tension wire Oh no more like Robin Hood will he roam through Cricklewood Or dance around the pubs in Camden Town Oh, but let no man complain, sure no Pat can die in vain When he's building up and tearing England down So come all you navvies bold, do not think that English gold Is just waiting to be taken from each sod Or the likes of you and me will ever get an OBE Or a knighthood for good service to the hod They've the concrete master race for to keep you in your place And a ganger man to kick you to the ground If you ever try to take part of what the bosses make When you're building up and tearing England down
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The Limerick Rake 03:38
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I am a young fellow that’s easy and bold In Castletown Conners I’m very well known In Newcastle West I spent many a note With Kitty and Judy and Mary My parents rebuked me for being such a rake And spending my time in such frolicsome ways But I ne’r could forget the good nature of Jane Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se My parents, they reared me to shake and to sow To plough and to harrow, to reap and to mow But my heart was too airy to drop it so low I set out on a high speculation On paper and parchment they taught me to write And in Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes But in multiplication, in truth, I was bright Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se To quarrel for riches I ne’er was inclined For the greatest of misers must leave them behind I’ll purchase a cow that will never run dry And I’ll milk her by twisting her horn John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold And Devonshire’s treasure was twenty times more But he’s laid on his back among nettles and stones Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se If I chance for to go to the market at Croom With a cock in my hat and my pipes in full tune I am welcome at once and brought up to a room Where Bacchus is sporting with Venus There’s Peggy and Jane from the town of Bruree And Biddy from Bruff and we all on the spree Such a combing of locks as there was about me Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se There’s some say I’m foolish, there’s more say I’m wise For love of the women I’m sure ’tis no crime For the son of King David had ten hundred wives And his wisdom is highly recorded I’ll till a good garden and live at my ease And the women and children can partake of the same If there’s war in the cabin, themselves are to blame Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se And now for the future I mean to be wise And I’ll send for the women that treated me kind And I’ll marry them all on the morrow, by and by If the clergy agree to the bargain And when I’m on my back and my soul is at peace The women will crowd for to cry at my wake And their sons and their daughters will utter their prayers To the Lord for the soul of their father
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Fare Thee Well, Enniskillen 03:20
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Johnny McEldoo 02:47
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There was Johnny McEldoo and McGhee and me And a couple or two or three went on a spree one day We had a bob or two which we knew how to blew And the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt gay We visited McCann’s, McIllmann’s, Humpty Dan’s We then went in to Swann’s our stomachs for to pack We ordered out a feed which indeed we did need And we finished it with speed but we still felt slack Johnny McEldoo turned red, white and blue When a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight He shouted out “Encore” with a roar for some more That he never felt before such a keen appetite He ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cram! But him we couldn’t ram though we tried our level best For everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered not It went down him like a shot, but he still stood the test He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scared We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill We told him to give o’er, but he swore he could lower Twice as much again and more before he had his fill He nearly supped a trough full of broth says McGrath “He’ll devour the tablecloth if you don’t hold him in” When the waiter brought the charge, McEldoo felt so large Hhe began to scowl and barge and his blood went on fire He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair And to finish the affair called the shopman a liar The shopman he drew out, and no doubt, he did clout McEldoo he kicked about like an old football He tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose He’d have killed him with a few blows in no time at all McEldoo began to howl and to growl, by my sowl He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeepers head It struck poor Mickey Flynn, peeled the skin off his chin And the ructions did begin and we all fought and bled The peelers did arrive, man alive, four or five At us they made a drive for us all to march away We paid for all the mate, that we ate, stood a trate And went home to reminate on the spree that day
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O'Reilly's Daughter 01:21
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As I was sitting by the fire Talking to old Reilly’s daughter Suddenly a thought came into my head I’d like to marry old Reilly’s daughter Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae For the one-eyed Reilly Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap) Try it on your old big drum Reilly played on the big bass drum Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter Reilly had a bright red glittering eye And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae For the one-eyed Reilly Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap) Try it on your old big drum Her hair was black and her eyes were blue The colonel and the major and the captain sought her The sergeant and the private and the drummer-boy too But they never had a chance with Reilly’s daughter Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae For the one-eyed Reilly Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap) Try it on your old big drum I got me a ring and a parson too Got me a scratch in a married quarter Settled me down to a peaceful life Happy as a king with Reilly’s daughter Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae For the one-eyed Reilly Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap) Try it on your old big drum Suddenly a footstep on the stairs Who should it be but Reilly out for slaughter With two pistols in his hands Looking for the man that had married his daughter Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae For the one-eyed Reilly Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap) Try it on your old big drum I caught old Reilly by the hair Rammed his head in a pail of water Fired his pistols into the air A damned sight quicker than I married his daughter Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae For the one-eyed Reilly Giddy I ae, (clap, clap, clap) Try it on your old big drum
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Seven Drunken Nights 04:42
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As I went home on Monday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door Where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse outside the door Where my old horse should be? Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool Still you can not see That’s a lovely sow That me mother sent to me Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled A hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow Sure I never saw before And as I went home on Tuesday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door Where my old coat should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat behind the door Where my old coat should be Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool Still you can not see That’s a woollen blanket That me mother sent to me Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled A hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket Sure I never saw before And as I went home on Wednesday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the chair Where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the chair Where my old pipe should be Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool Still you can not see That’s a lovely tin whistle That me mother sent to me Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled A hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle Sure I never saw before And as I went home on Thursday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed Where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed Where my old boots should be Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool Still you can not see They’re two lovely Geranium pots Me mother sent to me Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled A hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before And as I went home on Friday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed Where my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head upon the bed Where my old head should be Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool Still you can not see That’s a baby boy That me mother sent to me Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled A hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on Sure I never saw before And as I went home on Saturday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts Where my old hands should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them hands upon your breasts Where my old hands should be Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool Still you can not see That’s a lovely night gown That me mother sent to me Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled A hundred miles or more But fingers in a night gown Sure I never saw before As I went home on Sunday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a thing in her thing Where my old thing should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that thing in your thing Where my old thing should be Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool Still you can not see That’s a lovely tin whistle That me mother sent to me Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled A hundred miles or more But hair on a tin whistle Sure I never saw before
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Inis Meain 04:30
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Sam Hall 03:42
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Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep, chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall and I’ve robbed both great and small And my neck will pay for all when I die, when I die And my neck will pay for all when I die I have twenty pounds in store, that’s not all, that’s not all I have twenty pounds in store, that’s not all I have twenty pounds in store and I’ll rob for twenty more For the rich must help the poor, so must I, so must I For the rich must help the poor, so must I Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cart Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart Oh they took me to Cootehill where I stopped to make my will Saying the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I Saying the best of friends must part, so must I Up the ladder I did grope, that’s no joke, that’s no joke Up the ladder I did grope, that’s no joke Up the ladder I did grope and the hangman pulled the rope And ne’er a word I spoke, tumbling down, tumbling down And ne’er a word I spoke tumbling down Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep, chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep Oh my name it is Sam Hall and I’ve robbed both great and small And my neck will pay for all when I die, when I die And my neck will pay for all when I die
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The Captains and the Kings 03:02
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I remember in September when the final stumps were drawn And the shouts of crowds now silent when the boisterous cheer had gone Let us O Lord above us remember simple things When all are dead to love us, Oh, the captains and the Kings When all are dead to love us, Oh, the captains and the Kings We have many goods for export Christian ethics and old port But our greatest boast is that the Anglo-Saxon is a sport When the dart's game is finished and the boys there game of rings And the draft and chests were linghuised, Oh, the captains and the Kings And the draft and chests were relinghuised, Oh, the captains and the Kings Far away in dear old Cyprus or in Kenya's dusty land Where all bear the white mans burden in many a strange land As we looked across our shoulder in West-Belfast the school-bell (D)rings And we sigh for dear old England, and the captains and the (G)Kings And we sigh for dear old England, and the captains and the Kings In our dreams we see old Harrow and we hear the crow's loud caw At the flower show our big marrow take's the pride from evilyn and waugh Cups of tea and some dry sherry vintage car's, these simple things So let's drink up and be merry for the captains and the Kings So let's drink up and be merry for the captains and the Kings As I wandered in a nightmare all around great Windsor Park Now what do you think I found there as I wandered in the dark? 'Twas an apple half bitten and sweetest of all things Five baby teeth had written of the captains and the Kings Five baby teeth had written of the captains and the Kings By the moon that shine's above us in the misty mornin' night Let us cease to run ourself down and praise God that we are white And lettuce still are English, tea and toast and muffin rings And old ladies with stained faces and the captains and the kings.
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The Bogside Doodle-Bug 02:25
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Little Beggarman 02:31
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I am a little beggarman a beggin’ I have been For three score or more in this little Isle of Green I’m known from the Liffey, down to Segue I’m known by the name of old Johnny Dhu Of all the trades that’s goin sure beggin’ is the best For when a man is tired he can sit down and rest Beg for his dinner he has nothin’ else to do Only cut around the corner with his old rigadoo I slept in a barn way down at Currabawn A wet night came on and I slept until the dawn With holes in the roof and the rain coming through The rats and the cats they were playing peekaboo When who should awaken but the woman of the house With her white spotty apron and her calico blouse She began to frighten and I said “Boo! Arrah don’t be afraid ma’am, it’s only Johnny Dhu” I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day “Good morning, little flaxy-haired girl”, I did say “Good morning, little beggarman, a-how do you do With your rags and your bags and your old rigadoo?” “I’ll buy a pair of leggings, a collar and a tie And a nice young lady I’ll fetch bye and bye I’ll buy a pair of goggles and colour them blue And and old-fashioned lady, I will make her too” Over the road with my pack on my back Over the fields with my great heavy sack With holes in my shoes and my toes peeping through Singing “Skinny-ma-rink-a-doodle-o and old Johnny Dhu I must be going to bed, for it’s getting late at night The fire’s all raked and out goes the light So now you’ve heard the story of me old rigadoo “It’s goodbye and God be with you”, said old Johnny Dhu
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Inis Oir 05:00
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Preab san Ol 03:10
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Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure A massing treasure why scrape and save? Why look so canny at ev’ry penny? You’ll take no money within the grave Landlords and gentry with all their plenty Must still go empty where e’er they’re bound So to my thinking we’d best be drinking Our glasses clinking and round and round King Solomon’s glory, so famed in story Was far outshone by the lillies guise But hard winds harden both field and garden Pleading for pardon, the lily dies Life’s but a bauble of toil and trouble The feathered arrow, once shot ne’er found So, lads and lasses, because life passes Come fill your glasses for another round The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy Their strifes unheeding, shouts “Money down!” This special vices, his fancy prices For a florin value he’ll charge a crown With hump for tramel, the scripture’s chamel Missed the needle’s eye and so came to ground Why pine for riches, while still you’ve stitches To hold your britches up? Another round!

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A collection of mutilations of traditional Irish music, for which we would apologize if we had any common decency. Sadly, we have none. And you can have this. Or you can click on each track and listen to it all you'd like, I suppose. I mean, I'm not the boss of you.

Unless I actually am the boss of you. In which case, maybe get back to work. Unless it's Saturday or Sunday or you're on PTO. I mean, use your head.

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released June 14, 2016

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Founded in 2000 by Matthew Sharp in the Upper Haight neighborhood of San Francisco, MDF (Mathgeeks Defence Force) has been creating "developmentally disabled pop" infused with a bevy of other influences and genres for a little over two decades now.

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