Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Twice Daily

It’s Friday and time for a fun Irish Pub Song Of The Day. This time it’s Twice Daily. I hope you enjoy and try it, it’s easy!!!

Twice Daily

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TWICE DAILY

When [G]I was a lad I was so glad to go out in the [D7]daytime
With me fork, a bottle and a cork to help out in the [G]haytime
Tossin’ hay one fine day I met young Lucy [D7]Bailey
And I said my dear “Are you often here”, she said “Yes sir, twice [G]daily”

Well we had such fun in the summer sun, Lucy was so thrillin’
So sweet and pure but I wasn’t sure if that girl was willin’
Until one day among the hay we were working gaily
When she up’s and slips and her garters ripped and I went there twice daily
Did the rum do dee, did de rum do da, did the rum da do do randy
Did the rye do dee, did the rye do da, did the rye do dee, twice daily

Well Lucy’s dad he was very mad, he chased me ’round the haybarn
He said “You son, now you’ve had your fun, the time has come to pay now”
“The girl you’ll wed”, the old man said as he waved his shotgun gaily
“If you don’t”, he says, “where I’ll put the lead you won’t sit there twice daily”

So the very next day in the month of May we held the ceremony
And we paid off the vicar with a gallon of liquor, and we rode to church on a pony
To Lucy’s joy we had a boy, what a little darlin’
He’s round and fat as a Cheshire cat, as perky as a starlin’

Well now we’re old, our story’s told, forty years together
Tho’ we often stray where we tossed the hay in that old time summer weather
Well, kids we’ve got ten or more, we goes on quiet gaily
Tho’ I’m old and grey when I’ve got me way I still go there twice daily

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Jesse James

After some email about this being a different version than American Folk Singers perform, I decided to go ahead and do this one for the Irish Pub Song Of The Day.

Jesse James

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Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Look At The Coffin

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Look At The Coffin or Isn’t It Grand Boys. It’s a great and morbid song that is easy to sing.

Look At The Coffin

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Look At The Coffin

[G]Look at the coffin, with golden [C]handles
Isn’t it [G]grand, boys, to be bloody well[D7] dead?

[Chorus]
[G]Let’s not have a sniffle, let’s have a [C]bloody good [G]cry
And always re[C]member, the [G]longer you live
The [D]sooner you’ll bloody well [G]die.

Look at the flowers, all bloody withered
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?

Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites..
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?

Look at the preacher, bloody well sanctified…
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?

Look at the widow, bloody great female…
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead?

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Botany Bay

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Botany Bay. No, it’s not about Khan Noonian Singh, it’s about immigration and the search for fame and fortune.

Botany Bay

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Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Rising Of The Moon

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Rising Of The Moon. I had never tried to do this in the key of G, but it much easier than I expected. Shows what I know. :-)

Rising Of The Moon

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THE RISING OF THE MOON

And come [G]tell me Sean O’Farrell tell me [D7]why you hurry so
Husha [C]buachaill hush and [G]listen and his [D7]cheeks were all a [G]glow
I bear orders from the captain get you [D7]ready quick and soon
For the [C]pikes must be [G]together at the [D7]rising of the [G]moon
At the rising of the moon, at the [D7]rising of the moon
For the [C]pikes must be [G]together at the [D7]rising of the [G]moon

And come tell me Sean O’Farrell where the gath’rin is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin’ tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon
’tis the rising of the moon, ’tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Paddy Kelly’s Brew

I love Tommy Makem’s songs so I had to do Paddy Kelly’s Brew as the Irish Pub Song Of The Day. Even if you are not familiar with the song, just play along using the chords to Jesse James.

Paddy Kelly’s Brew

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Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Sean South

Sean South is today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day. The melody is the same as Roddy McCorley so I decided to go up the neck and play out of the D position. I hope you enjoy.

Sean South

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Irish Pub Song Of The Day – The Moonshiner

The Moonshiner is today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day. It’s a great song about the love of the drink. If you can get everyone it yell out “Hey” during the chorus, they’ll make the song their own.

The Moonshiner

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Irish Pub Song Of The Day – McAlpine’s Fusiliers

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is McAlpine’s Fusiliers. This song proves that the new immigrant class has always had it hard when coming to a new land.

McAlpine’s Fusiliers

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Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Whiskey In The Jar

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Whiskey in the Jar. It’s the story of a Highwayman and is probably the most popular song of that genre.

Whiskey In The Jar

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                       WHISKEY IN THE JAR
                        
                        
                        

[C]As I was going over the far [Am]famed Kerry mountains,

[F]met with Captain Farrell and his [C]money he was counting,

I first produced my pistol and I then [Am]produced my rapier,

Saying [F]Stand and Deliver for you [C]are the bold deceiver,

[G]Musha ring dum a do dum a da  [C]Whack fol the daddy-o.

 [F]Whack fol the daddy-o, There’s [C]whiskey [G]in the [C]jar.

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,

I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny,

She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me,

But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber,

I dreamed of Gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder,

But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water,

And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter,

T’was early in the morning just before I rose to travel,

Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell,

I first produced my pistol for she’d stolen away my rapier,

But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

They put me into jail with a judge or writing

For robbing Colonel Farrell on the far famed Kerry Mountains

They didn’t take me fists, so I knocked the sentry down

And bid a fond farewell to the jail in Limerick Town

There’s some take delight in the carriages a rollin’,

And others take delight in the hurlin’ and the bowlin’,

But I take delight in the juice of the barley

And courtin’ pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.

If anyone can aid me it’s my brother in the army,

If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney,

And if he’ll go with me we’ll go roving in Kilkenny,

And I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my own disporting Jenny.

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