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Blues, Folk, Country and Rock 'n Roll from the Isle of Man!
Why are we stationary ? Some say that we don't travel. Indeed we are at home in "The Mitre", a welcoming hostelry in Kirk Michael on the west coast of the Isle of Man, an island with Celtic heritage just across the water from the Irish coast. However you will sometimes find us far away from the island and always having a great time.
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| » The Mermaid |
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Folk & Blues |
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STO |
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Folk |
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'Twas a Friday morn when we set sail
And our ship not far from the land
When we did espy a fair pretty maid
With a comb and a glass in her hand
Her hand, her hand
With a comb and a glass in her hand
CH- And the raging seas do roar
And the stormy winds do blow
And we jolly sailor boys were up, were up, were up
And the landlubbers lying down below, below, below
And the landlubbers lying down below
And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
Who at once our peril did see
I have married me a wife in fair Boodle town
But this night she a widow will be
Will be, will be
But this night she a widow will be
And then up spake our little cabin boy
And a fair-haired lad was he
I've a father and mother in fair Salford town
And this night they will weep for me
For me, for me
And this night they will weep for me
And then three times around went our gallant ship
Three times round went she
For the want of a long boat they both went down
And they sank to the bottom of the sea
The sea, the sea
And they sank to the bottom of the sea
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| » The Lakes of Ponchartrain |
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Folk & Blues |
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STO |
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Folk |
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T'was on one bright March morning, I bid New Orleans adieu
I took the road to Jackson, my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Ponchartrain
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
I rode the rods till evening and I laid me down again
All strangers, they're no friends to me, till a dark girl towards me came
I fell in love with a Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain
I said, "Me pretty Creole girl, me money's here no good
And if it weren't for the alligators, I would sleep out in the woods"
"You're welcome here, kind stranger, our house is very plain
And we never turned a stranger out on the banks of Ponchartrain"
She took me into her mammy's house and treated me right well
Her hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try to paint her beauty, I'm sure it would be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain
I asked her if she'd marry me, she said this could never be
For she had got a lover and he was far ar sea
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
Till he returned to his Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain
"So fare thee well, my bonny own girl, I never may see you more
But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in this cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering, a flowing glass I'll drain
And I'll drink a health to me Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain"
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| » Whiskey in the Jar |
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Folk & Blues |
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STO |
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Folk |
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As I was a going over the famed Gillgarry Mountain,
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
First I drew me pistol and then I drew me rapier,
Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver.
(ch): Musherym duram durram da
Wack for the daddy oh, wack for the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in me pocket to take home to darling' Jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy.
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder.
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Next morning early before I rose to travel,
There came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,
but a prisoner I was taken I couldn't shoot the water.
They put me into jail with a judge all a writin'
For robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarry Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town.
I'd like to find me brother the one that's in the army,
I don't know where he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'd go roving o'r the mountains of Killkenney,
And I swear he'd treat me better than me darling' sporting Jenny.
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling,
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
Courting pretty maids in the mourning oh so early
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| » The Pride of Purt la Morra |
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Folk & Blues |
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STO |
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Folk |
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I'm the pride of Port le Murra, I can reap or plough a furra', I can find the gentle lug-worm in the sand,
I am up to all that's tricky In the sailin' of a Nickey, An' I'm toul' there's not my aiqual in the land
I'm an able-bodied seaman, And at trawling I'm a demon, But-outside the three-mile limit-understand
I am up both late and early Catching congers long and curly, An' I'm toul' there's not my aiqual in the land.
In the land ; yes, in the land, For there's no one better able to command, I'm up both late and early Catching congers long and curly An' I'm toul' there's not my aiqual in the land.
I can dance the double shuffle, And wherever there's a scuffle, I am generally there to lend a hand
Though I'm what they're calling steady," For a spree I'm always ready, And at " jough " there's not my aiqual in the land
For a tay fight none is keener, I can play the concertina, And at Castletown they want me in the band;
As a singer, I am clavar, And at " saconds " you have navar, No! you've navar heard my aiqual in the land.
In the land, yes, in the land, And for any mortal thing I'm in demand; As a singer, I am clavar, And at " saconds " you have navar, No ! you've navar heard my aiqual in the land.
On a Sunday to the "Ranthers," All the neighbours come in canters, When I'm singin' in the choir-Aw it's grand,
All the gels are there from Surby, An' I'm toul' they come from Jurby, For they think there's not my aiqual in the land
There's a gel at Ballaharry, Who, it's lek, I'll hev to marry For she's gorra " slugh " of money arrer hand;
If she's not exactly charmin', Yet at cookin', or at farmin', Well! you cannot find her aiqual in the hand.
In the land, yes, in the land, And, they say, she could'n be much better manned, If she's not exactly charmin', Yet at cookin, or at farmin'. Well! you cannot find her aiqual in the land
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| » The Morning Glory |
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Folk & Blues |
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STO |
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Folk |
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At the end of the day, I like a little drink,
To raise up me voice and sing;
And an hour or two with a pint of brew,
And I'm ready for anything.
At the Cross-keys Inn there were sisters four,
The landlord's daughters fair;
And every night when they put out the light,
I would tip-toe up the stairs, singing!!
(CH:) One for the Morning Glory, two for the early dew,
Three for the man who will stand his round,
And four for the love of you, me gal,
Four for the love of you!
Well, I got the call from foreign shores,
To go and fight the foe;
And I thought no more of the sisters four,
But still I was sad to go.
So I sailed away on a ship,
The Morning Glory was her name;
And we'd all fall down when the rum went 'round,
Then get up and start again, singing!!
Well, I bore once more for my native shore,
Farewell to the raging sea;
And the Cross-keys Inn, it was beckoning,
and me heart was filled with glee.
Ah, but there on the shore were the sisters four,
With a bundle upon each knee;
There were three little girls and a bouncing boy,
And they all just looked like me, singing!!
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Folk & Blues
Blues, Folk, Country, Oldies and Rock 'n Roll from the Isle of Man!
Why stationary ? Some say that they don't travel, and indeed they originally performed in "The Mitre", the oldest pub on the Isle of Man, just across the water from their "gaelic cousins" in Ireland and Scotland. Despite the name the band were often to be seen and heard far away from their island home and invariably having a good time. Nowadays concerts are only occasional as two band members live abroad, but fans both old and new remain loyal.
The "Folk & Blues" CD is a live recording of an open air peformance near Zurich, Switzerland in 2003.
The Isle of Man? Where's that ? - Isn't it an English Island ? No !!!!! Absolutely not ! The Island is a unique self-governing kingdom with a population of around 77,000 which belongs to neither the UK nor the European Union. It is a crown dependency. It has its own parliament (called Tynwald), laws, traditions, culture, cuisine and postage stamps. To the tourist it is known for the agreeable and relaxed pace of life, the same virtues appreciated by the Gaelic cousins just across the water in Ireland and Scotland. |
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