Monthly archives: January, 2010

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – When The Boys Come Rollin’ Home

When The Boys Come Rollin’ Home is today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day. I first fell in love with this song when I heard Detroit’s Terry Murphy perform it at the old Tipperary Pub. I put it away in my memory and pulled it out one night when the beer and whiskey was flowing freely and was happy that I remember the peculiar turn-around in the song.

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I [G]always will remember well the day we went away

[C]Sailing out of [G]Belfast in the [Am]mor[D7]nin’

Our [G]hopes were on tomorrow as we kissed the girls farewell

But our [C]dreams were on the [G]day of our [D7]retur[G]nin’


They’ll be [C]dancin’, [G]romancin’ and [C]never [G]more we’ll [A]roa[D7]m

They’ll be [C]rollin’ in the hey, they’ll be [G]whiskey in the [Em]tay

When the [G]boys come [D7]rollin’ [C]hom[G]e [C] [D7]

We safely reached the other side in New York City fair
In spite of windy rain and stormy weather
We all sat down and drank a glass and wished each other well
And said we’d all come back again together

Well Joe he went to Boston and Sam to Buffalo
And Frank went out as far as Californie
I used to get some letters then but that was long ago
But they always spoke of Ireland and returnin’

I must be over ninety now my grandson’s by the bed
But here I’m in Chicago and still steamin’
He says he’ll take me back again to rest my weary head
Then I’ll leave him a legacy of dreamin’

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – The Scotsman

The Scotsman is today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day. I’ve had a number of questions about playing the bodhran so I decided to combine the two together. I’ve been testing out new resolutions on the video and I think this may finally be the one I’ve been looking for. Once again, I love doing silly songs!!!!


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The Scotsman

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair
And one could tell by how we walked that he drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone
Let’s leave a present for our friend, before we move along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show

Now the Scotsman woke to nature’s call and stumbled towards a tree
Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes.
O lad I don’t know where you been but I see you won first prize

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Waltzing With Bears

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is a personal favorite. I used to sing Waltzing With Bears to my niece over and over again. I had taken her to see the late, great Tommy Makem and he had everyone singing along to the chorus and it was magic.

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I [G]went upstairs in the [C]middle of the [G]night,

I [D7]tiptoed in and I [C]turned on the [G]light,

And to my surprise, there was [C]no one in [G]sight,

[C]My Uncle [G]Walter goes [D7]waltzing at [G]night!


He goes wa-wa-wa-wa, [C]waltzing with [G]bears,

[D7]Raggy bears, shaggy bears, [C]baggy bears [G]too,

There’s nothing on earth Uncle [C]Walter won’t [G]do,

So [C]he can go [G]waltzing, [C]wa-wa-wa- [G]waltzing,

So [C]he can go [G]waltzing, [D7]waltzing with [G]bears!

I gave Uncle Walter a new coat to wear,
When he came home he was covered with hair,
And lately I’ve noticed several new tears,
I’m sure Uncle Walter goes waltzing with bears!

We told Uncle Walter that he should be good,
And do all the things that we said he should,
But I know that he’d rather be out in the wood,
I’m afraid we might lose Uncle Walter for good!

We begged and we pleaded, “Oh please won’t you stay!”
We managed to keep him at home for a day,
But the bears all barged in, and they took him away!
Now he’s waltzing with pandas, and he can’t understand us,
And the bears all demand at least one dance a day!

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – An Irish Soldier Laddie

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is An Irish Soldier Laddie. I have never tried this song in the key of G, but it works just fine!

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Irish Soldier Laddie

‘Twas a [G]morning in July, I was [C]walking to [G]Tipperary

When I heard a battle cry from the [A]mountains over [D7]head

As I [G]looked up in the sky I saw an [C]Irish soldier [G]laddie

He [D]looked at me right [D7]fearlessly and [G]said:

Will ye [D7]stand in the [C]band like a [G]true Irish man,

And go and fight the [D]forces of the [D7]crown?

Will ye [G]march with O’Neill to an [C]Irish battle field?

For [D]tonight we go to [D7]free old Wexford [G]town!

Said I to that soldier boy “Won’t you take me to your captain
T’would be my pride and joy for to march with you today.
My young brother fell in Cork and my son at Innes Carthay!”
Unto the noble captain I did say:

Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man,
And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O’Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!

As we marched back again in the shadow of the evening
With our banners flying low to the memory of our dead
We returned unto our homes but without my soldier laddie
And I still hear those brave words he said:

Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man,
And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O’Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Donegal Danny

This Irish Pub Song Of The Day is one of my favorites to play on the banjo. Usually it’s the Colonel that sings this one while I do my best to make him laugh.

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Donegal Danny

I [G]remember the night when [C]he came [G]in from the [C]wintry cold and [G]damp

A giant of a man in an [Em]oilskin coat and a [Am]bundle which showed he was a [D7]tramp

He [G]stood at the bar and [C]called for a [G]pint and [C]turned to gaze into the [G]fire

On a night like this to be [Em]safe and warm Is my [Am]one and only [D7]desire


So [G]here’s to those that are [C]dead and [G]gone The friends that I left [D7]here

And [G]here’s to you then I’ll [C]bid you [G]adieu

Since Donegal [D7]Danny’s been [G]here me [Em]boys, [G]Donegal [D7]Danny’s been [G]here

Then in a voice that was hushed and low he said: listen I’ll tell you a tale
How a man of the sea became a man of the road and never more will set sail
I’ve fished out of Howth and Killybegs, Ardglass and Baltimore
But the cruel sea has beaten me and I’ll end me days on the shore

One fateful night in the wind and the rain we set sail from Killybeys town,
There were five of us from sweet Donegal and one from County Down,
We were fishermen who worked the sea and never counted the cost
But I never thought’ere that night was done that my fine friends would all be lost

Then the storm it broke and drove the boat to the rocks about ten miles from shore,
As we fought the tide we hoped inside to see our homes once more
Than we struck a rock and holed the bow and all of us knew that she’d go down
So we jumped right into the icy sea and prayed to God we wouldn’t drown

But the raging sea was rising still as we struck out for the land
And she fought with all her cruelty to claim that brilliant band
By St John’s point in the early dawn I dragged myself to the shore
And I cursed the sea for what she’d done and vowed to sail her never more

Ever since that night I’ve been on the road travelling and trying to forget
That awful night I lost all my friends, I see their faces yet
And oft times at night when the sea is high and the rain is tearing at me skin
I hear the cries of drowning men floating on the wind

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – One For The Morning Glory

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is a personal favorite. I love to change the last word of the last verse to someone’s name. Usually I make fun of poor old Joel.

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At the [G]end of the day, I like a little drink
to [D7]raise up me voice and [G]sing
And an [C]hour or two with a [G]fine, brown brew
and I’m [A]ready for [D7]anything

At the [G]Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four,
the [D7]landlord’s daughters [G]fair
And [C]every night when they’d [G]turn out the light
I would [D7]tiptoe up the [D]stair …singin’


[G]One for the morning [C]glo[G]ry, [D7]two for the early [G]dew
[C]Three for the [G]man who will [C]stand his [G]round
And [C]four for the [D7]love of [G]you, me [Em]girl,
[C]Four for the [D7]love of [G]you

I got the call from a foreign shore to go and fight the foe
And I thought no more of the sisters four, but still I was sad to go
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

I bore once more for my native shore, farewell to the raging seas
And the Cross Keys Inn, it was beckonin’, and me heart was filled with glee
For 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 looked
just like me…

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Let The People Sing

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Let the People Sing by the Wolfe Tones. It’s a little of out the normal chord progression, but I think you’ll get the hang of it.

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For [G] those who are in love there’s a [D] song that’s warm and [G] tender,
For [C] those who are oppress[G]sed in [D] song we can protest,
So [G] liberate your mind and [D] give your soul [G] expression,
[C] Open up your [G] hearts and I’ll [D] sing for you this [G] song.

Let the [G] people sing their stories and their songs,
And the [C] music of their native [G] land,
The lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy,
[A] Join us hand in [D] hand,
[G] All across this ancient land [C] throughout the test of [G] time,
It was music that kept their spirits [Em] free,
Those [A] songs of [D] yours and of [G] mine.

It was back in ancient times The Bard would tell his stories
Of the hero’s, of the villain, of the chieftain in the glen
Through Elizabethan times and Cromwellian war and fury
Put pipers to the sword, killed our harpers and our bards.

Ireland land of song your music lives forever,
In your mountains and your valleys in your hills and in your glens,
Our music has survived through famine and oppression,
To the generations gone I will sing for you this song.

Irish Pub Song Of The Day – Seven Old Ladies

Today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Seven Old Ladies. I learned this version from Charlie Taylor in Michigan over a decade ago. If you can keep a straight face during the song, you are a better person than I am.

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And it’s [G]oh dear, what can the matter be?
[C]Seven old ladies got [D7]stuck in the lavatory
[G]They were there from Sunday to Saturday
[C]nobody [D7]knew they were [G]there

Well the first old lady was Jennifer Primm [C]she went in on a [D7]personal whim
She [G]got herself stuck between the bowl and the rim
[C]Nobody [D7]knew she was [G]there

The second old lady was old Mrs. Humphrey
When she went in, she made herself comfy
When she tried to get up, she couldn’t get her bum free
And nobody knew she was there.

The third old lady was Chit Chester’s daughter
She went in to get rid of some water
She very near drowned, for the rising tide caught her
And nobody knew she was there.

The fourth old lady was skinny Mrs. Boulder
She sat on the throne; there was no one to hold her
Quick as a flash she was up to her shoulder
And nobody knew she was there.

The fifth old lady was old Mrs. Craper
When she went in, she couldn’t find the paper
The only thing there was bricklayer’s scraper
And nobody knew she was there.

The sixth old lady was old Mrs. Mason
She had to be quick so she used the basin
And that was the water the Pope washed his face in
And nobody knew she was there.

The seventh old lady was old Mrs. Pender
She went in to adjust her suspenders
She got herself tangled with her feminine gender
And nobody knew she was there.