Seymoure Says Die Laughing with Sudden Death #8

06/18/06 • 15 min

FOLK SONGS & STORIES

It's Father's Day and I play some music from Seymoure and Sudden Death, aka Devo Spice.

Songs:

"The Pudding Song" by Seymoure from Seymoure Says
"Spam" by Sudden Death from Die Laughing

Notes:

Things Celtic and Autoharp Lessons
Weds, June 28, 2006 - Irish Sing-A-Long at Cactus Cafe with Campbell & Wilson
Goth-O-Phile
Friday, June 30, 2006 - Elysium with Voltaire
Dr. Demento

The Pudding Songtraditional as sung by Seymoure

I'm getting a bit tonight, tonightI'm getting a bit tonightMe mother says I must be quickIf I'm to have the spotted dickI loves me roly polyIt fills me with delightI haven't had any since EasterI'm getting a bit tonight

It's Father's Day and I play some music from Seymoure and Sudden Death, aka Devo Spice.

Songs:

"The Pudding Song" by Seymoure from Seymoure Says
"Spam" by Sudden Death from Die Laughing

Notes:

Things Celtic and Autoharp Lessons
Weds, June 28, 2006 - Irish Sing-A-Long at Cactus Cafe with Campbell & Wilson
Goth-O-Phile
Friday, June 30, 2006 - Elysium with Voltaire
Dr. Demento

The Pudding Songtraditional as sung by Seymoure

Previous Episode

Scottish Murder Ballads, If Myspace Was Real #7

I got a post from myspace that I felt I needed to share.

Songs:

"Old Fenian Gun" by 4 Irish Whiskey from 4 Irish Whiskey Pub Songs
"High Jeannie High" by Ed Miller from Live from the Cactus Cafe

Notes:

If Myspace Was Real

Old Fenian Gun words and music by P. O'Neill, as sung by an old Irishman... not really

It hung above the kitchen fire. It's barrel long and brown And one day with a boy's desire, I climbed and took it down My father's eyes in anger flashed. He cried ""what have you done?! I wish you'd left it where it was, That's my old Fenian gun"".

I fondled it with love and pride. I looked it o'er and o'er I placed it on my shoulder And I marched across the floor My father's anger softened And he shared my boyish fun "Ah, well"" he said "'tis in your breed like that old Fenian gun".

I remember '67 well when lads like you and me All thought we'd strike another blow to set old Ireland free. But broken were our golden hopes I was long months on the run But it did good work for Ireland then that brown old Fenian gun.

I was down then in Killaluk t'was the hottest fight of all. And you can see he burned his arm there's a mark still on the ball I hope the young lads growing now will hold the ground we won And not disgrace the cause in which I held that Fenian gun

I placed it o'er the fire once more. I heard my father sigh I knew his thoughts were turning back on days now long gone by And then I vowed within my heart I'll be my father's son And if ever Ireland wants my aid I'll hold the Fenian gun.

That's years ago I've grown a man And I've weathered many a gale This last long year's been spent inside a gloomy English jail I've done my part I'll do it still Until the fight is won When Ireland's free she'll bless the men Who held the Fenian gun.

Next Episode

Rocky Road to the Best of Austin #9

Talking about the Brobdingnagian Bards' upcoming one month tour.

Songs:

"Rocky Road to Dublin" by Brobdingnagian Bards from Songs of Ireland
"Lounging in La La Land" by Ichabod from Geography

Notes:

House Concerts Tour of the East Coast
Best of Austin Poll 2006

Rocky Road to Dublin traditional

In the merry month of May, From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy, Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin', That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while, At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required, Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city. Then I took a stroll, All among the quality, My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality; Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind; No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue, Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin' Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin'; Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin', When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead, Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed, Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it; Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin', Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin', "Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly; Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in, Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray. We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.