The Colonel joins me again for Come Out Ye Black And Tans for the Irish Pub Song Of The Day. It’s a fun song and playing out of a minor key can be great!

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COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS

I was [Bm]born on a Dublin street where the [A]royal drums do beat

And the [Bm]loving English feet they tramped all over us

And [D]each and every night when my [A]father’d come home tight

He’d [Bm]invite the neighbors [A]outside with this [Bm]chorus:

O come out ye Black and Tans, come out and [A]fight me like a man

Show your [Bm]wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them [D]how the IRA made you [A]run like hell away

From the[Bm] green and lovely [A]lanes in Killa[Bm]shambrah.

Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two
Like the Zulu they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one with your 16 pounder gun
Till you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Come let us hear you tell how you saved the great Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of ’16 were executed.

Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last
When each yeoman will cast aside before us
And if there be a need sure my kids will say “God’s Speed”
With a verse or two of singin’ this fine chorus
Chorus

I’m back after my yearly chest cold and it’s about time!

This time the Irish Pub Song Of The Day is Come Out Ye Black and Tans. Get your pinky fingers ready for a little workout.

Remember to have fun because that is the single most important thing.

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COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS

I was [Bm]born on a Dublin street where the [A]royal drums do beat

And the [Bm]loving English feet they tramped all over us

And [D]each and every night when my [A]father’d come home tight

He’d [Bm]invite the neighbors [A]outside with this [Bm]chorus:

O come out ye Black and Tans, come out and [A]fight me like a man

Show your [Bm]wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them [D]how the IRA made you [A]run like hell away

From the[Bm] green and lovely [A]lanes in Killa[Bm]shambrah.

Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two
Like the Zulu they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one with your 16 pounder gun
Till you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Come let us hear you tell how you saved the great Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of ’16 were executed.

Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last
When each yeoman will cast aside before us
And if there be a need sure my kids will say “God’s Speed”
With a verse or two of singin’ this fine chorus
Chorus

We are Live (on tape) from iBAM! once again. This time for the Irish Pub Song Of The Day, Colonel O’Connor gives us a lively version of Finnegan’s Wake.

Remember to play along and have fun!

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FINNEGAN’S WAKE

Ah, [C]Tim Finnegan lived in [Am]Walkin’ Street, A [F]gentleman Irish mighty [G]odd,

He [C]had a brogue both [Am]rich and sweet, An’ to [F]rise in the world he [C]carried

[G]a [C]hod.

[C]But Tim had a bit of a [Am]tipplin’ way, with the [C]love of the liquor [Am]he was

born,

And to [C]send him on his [Am]way each day, he’d a [F]drop of the craythur [G]ev’ry

[C]morn.

[C]Whack fol the dah will ya [Am]dance to yer partner, [F]Around the floor with yer

[G]trotters shake,

[C]Isn’t it the [Am]truth I tell ya? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan’s [C]Wake.

One morning Tim was rather full, His ould head felt heavy which made him shake,
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull, And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
Oh they rapped him up in a nice clean sheet, And they laid him out upon the bed,
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet, And a barrel of porter at his head.

Well his friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
Well first she brought them tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch.
Then the Widow Malone began to cry, ah such a lovely corpse, did yis ever see,
Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die? Will ye hould your gob? said Molly McGee.

Well Mary Murphy took up the job, Ah Biddy, says she, you’re wrong I’m sure,
Well Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob, and left her sprawling on the floor.
A civil war did then engage, ‘Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage, and a row and a ruction soon began.

Well Mick Maloney ducked his head,when a bottle of whiskey flew at him,
He ducked, and landing on the bed, the whiskey scatters over Tim.
Oh bedad he revives and see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising in the bed,
Saying, twiddle your whiskey around like blazes,
Be the t’underin’ Jaysus, did ye think I was dead?

The Irish Pub Song Of The Day this time around is Finnegan’s Wake. It’s a great song about Life, Love and Resurrection! In other words it’s a great street ballad that’s now sung around the world!

Have Fun!!!

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FINNEGAN’S WAKE

Ah, [C]Tim Finnegan lived in [Am]Walkin’ Street, A [F]gentleman Irish mighty [G]odd,

He [C]had a brogue both [Am]rich and sweet, An’ to [F]rise in the world he [C]carried

[G]a [C]hod.

[C]But Tim had a bit of a [Am]tipplin’ way, with the [C]love of the liquor [Am]he was

born,

And to [C]send him on his [Am]way each day, he’d a [F]drop of the craythur [G]ev’ry

[C]morn.

[C]Whack fol the dah will ya [Am]dance to yer partner, [F]Around the floor with yer

[G]trotters shake,

[C]Isn’t it the [Am]truth I tell ya? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan’s [C]Wake.

One morning Tim was rather full, His ould head felt heavy which made him shake,
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull, And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
Oh they rapped him up in a nice clean sheet, And they laid him out upon the bed,
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet, And a barrel of porter at his head.

Well his friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
Well first she brought them tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch.
Then the Widow Malone began to cry, ah such a lovely corpse, did yis ever see,
Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die? Will ye hould your gob? said Molly McGee.

Well Mary Murphy took up the job, Ah Biddy, says she, you’re wrong I’m sure,
Well Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob, and left her sprawling on the floor.
A civil war did then engage, ‘Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage, and a row and a ruction soon began.

Well Mick Maloney ducked his head,when a bottle of whiskey flew at him,
He ducked, and landing on the bed, the whiskey scatters over Tim.
Oh bedad he revives and see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising in the bed,
Saying, twiddle your whiskey around like blazes,
Be the t’underin’ Jaysus, did ye think I was dead?

Colonel O’Connor and Joel Simpson join me this week, Live from iBAM! for the Irish Pub Song Of The Day.

We had a blast there all weekend. The Colonel and I jam for about 6 hours straight Saturday and Sunday! It was a great time and we can’t wait until next year!

Just remember to have fun and keep it simple.

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SEVEN OLD LADIES

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.

I was asked to re-record this twice in the last week, so why not. I learned this version in Michigan from Charlie Taylor.

Have fun with it and keep picking!

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SEVEN OLD LADIES

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.

The Colonel is BACK!!

The Colonel stopped by to help me out with The Ballad of William Bloat. Remember to play along and have fun!

Maybe next week we can get Joel Simpson to join us.

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The Ballad Of William Bloat

In a [D]mean abode on the Shankill [G]Road

Lived a [D]man named [A]William [D]Bloat;

He [G]had a wife, the [D]bane of his life,

Who always [Bm]“got his [A]goat.”

So one [D]day at dawn, with her nightdress [G]on—

He [D]slit her [A]bloody [D]throat.

And yet—he was glad that he’d done what he had,
When she lay there stiff and still;
‘Til suddenly awe of the angry law
Struck his soul with an aweful chill.
So, to finish the fun so well begun,
He decided himself to kill.

He took the sheet off his wife’s cold feet,
And twisted it into a rope,
And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf—
T’was an easy end, let’s hope —
In the face of death, with his latest breath,
He solemnly cursed the Pope!

But the strangest turn to the whole concern
Is only just beginnin’! —
He went to Hell, but his wife got well,
And she’s still alive and sinnin’ —
For the razor blade was British made,
But the rope was Belfast linen!

This time around the Irish Pub Song Of The Day is The Ballad Of William Bloat. When I got some questions on how to find the melody on Raglan Road, I decided to do this song, since the melody is almost exactly the same.

All you need to do is change Raglan Road to 4/4 time from 3/4 time and eliminate the third line of the verse. Come on and try it!

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The Ballad Of William Bloat

In a [D]mean abode on the Shankill [G]Road

Lived a [D]man named [A]William [D]Bloat;

He [G]had a wife, the [D]bane of his life,

Who always [Bm]“got his [A]goat.”

So one [D]day at dawn, with her nightdress [G]on—

He [D]slit her [A]bloody [D]throat.

And yet—he was glad that he’d done what he had,
When she lay there stiff and still;
‘Til suddenly awe of the angry law
Struck his soul with an aweful chill.
So, to finish the fun so well begun,
He decided himself to kill.

He took the sheet off his wife’s cold feet,
And twisted it into a rope,
And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf—
T’was an easy end, let’s hope —
In the face of death, with his latest breath,
He solemnly cursed the Pope!

But the strangest turn to the whole concern
Is only just beginnin’! —
He went to Hell, but his wife got well,
And she’s still alive and sinnin’ —
For the razor blade was British made,
But the rope was Belfast linen!

Joel Simpon was busy so I brought out the big guns: Colonel Robert Emmet O’Connor! The Colonel was gracious enought to play some fiddle along with me on Raglan Road. Grab your instrument and play along with some frailing banjo while The Colonel and I have some fun!

Poor Joel, he always get picked on!

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RAGLAN ROAD

On [D]Raglan Road of an autumn [G]day I [D]saw her [A]first and [D]knew

That [G]her dark hair would [D]weave a snare that I [Bm]might one day [A]rue

I [G]saw the [D]danger and I passed along the [Bm]enchanted [A]way

And [D]said let grief be a fallen [G]leaf at the [D]dawning [A]of the [D]day

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he’ll lose his wings at the dawn of day

The Irish Pub Song Of The Day for the last week of Luke Kelly Month is Raglan Road on Frailing Banjo!

This is a great song in 3/4 time. All of the notes come out of the fretted chords so it’s an easy one to learn. Once you have the basic melody, experiment and have fun finding other sounds that can make this beautiful song even better.

Have fun and enjoy!

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RAGLAN ROAD

On [D]Raglan Road of an autumn [G]day I [D]saw her [A]first and [D]knew

That [G]her dark hair would [D]weave a snare that I [Bm]might one day [A]rue

I [G]saw the [D]danger and I passed along the [Bm]enchanted [A]way

And [D]said let grief be a fallen [G]leaf at the [D]dawning [A]of the [D]day

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he’ll lose his wings at the dawn of day