Irish Pub Song Of The Day – The Ballad Of William Bloat on Frailing Banjo

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!

William Bloat MP3 [Download]

William Bloat (PDF)

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!


iBAM! This coming weekend!!!!

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iBAM!

Ok folks it’s time to get ready for next weekend and iBAM! It’s going to be a great time. I will be there as an author this year discussing my book “Irish Pub Songs For The 5-String Banjo Volume 1”. I will also be participating in a panel discussion on Th Business Side Of Irish Music on Sunday at 3:30 PM.

I am also bringing The Colonel, Robert Emmet O’Connor on Saturday and Joel Simpson on Sunday. I’m sure we will be able to get an impromptu jam session going 🙂

It’s going to be a great time and there will be everything for the entire family, from Live Music to Culture to Arts. Come on out! Starting at Noon on both Saturday and Sunday!!!

Meet and greet 100+ Authors, Artists and Musicians- all under one roof! Come to iBAM! November 6 and 7, 2010 in Chicago’s beautiful Irish American Heritage Center. iBAM! is a celebration of Irish Culture and a fundraiser for the IAHC and its library. Doors open at 11am on both days. A special mass will be held at 10am on Sunday.

Check out the SCHEDULE!

iBAM!
at the Irish American Heritage Center
4626 N. Knox Chicago.

Ticket Information:

One day adult– $10

Two days adult– $15

Children under 12– Free

Members– Free!

Want to become a member? Click here.


Luke Kelly Month – Whiskey In The Jar Accompaniment for Frailing Banjo.

Grab you instrument and play some frailing banjo along with Colonel O’Connor and myself! It’s time for Whiskey in the Jar. Even with mic problems, the Colonel was a trooper!

Remember that the only important think is to have fun!

Whiskey In The Jar MP3 [Download]

Whiskey In The Jar(PDF)

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.


Luke Kelly Month – Raglan Road Accompaniment for Frailing Banjo

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!

Raglan Road MP3 [Download]

Raglan Road (PDF)

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


Frailing Banjo Lick Of The Week – 3/4 Time

The Frailing Banjo Lick Of The Week this time around is a short tutorial on 3/4 time. Just remember that it isn’t some terrible task, but just a variation on the bump-ditty strum. Go slow, have fun and keep at it.

If you’re like me, you’ll find one song in 3/4 time that you really want to do and it will just click. Keep at it and don’t let it get you down. If it becomes frustrating, walk away from it for a while and come back later.

3/4 Time MP3 [Download]

3/4 Time (PDF)


Luke Kelly Month – Whiskey In The Jar on Frailing Banjo

It’s the last installment of Luke Kelly Month, but don’t worry some of the other iconic songs from Luke Kelly will be showing up throughout the rest of the year.

Play along with it and have fun!

Whiskey In The Jar MP3 [Download]

Whiskey In The Jar(PDF)

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.


Luke Kelly Month – Raglan Road on Frailing Banjo

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!

Raglan Road MP3 [Download]

Raglan Road (PDF)

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


Chicagoland Acoustic Jam Part 2

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We had two jams this month and both were fantastic!

Jim Farley hosted this one and we had a great time.

I’ll be posting the schedule for next month soon.



Still Under The Weather!

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I am still a little under the weather. I am hoping for a recovery before the Chicagoland Acoustic Jam Part 2 on Saturday.

Until then I am going to get some rest.

I’ll keep you posted.

Kelly