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Who's Bob Dylan? Really, edgar, I liked that one by "the jester"

Speaking of Dylan, here is an unusual salute to Dylan Thomas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEJ1-UUm5iA

And the last verse of his poem.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Been trying to understand what that last lines means for eternity.

I believe Thomas often was content to plant an image in your mind, rather than spell it out. Leaving you to make of it what you will.

getting a jump on Saint Paddy's Day


'Twas down by Brannigan's Corner, one morning I did stray
I met a fellow rebel, and to me he did say
"We've orders from the captain to assemble at Drumbar
But how are we to get there, without a motor car?"

"Oh, Barney dear, be of good cheer, I'll tell you what we'll do
The Specials they are plentiful and the I.R.A. are few
We'll send a wire to Johnston to meet us at Stranlar
And we'll give the boys a bloody good ride in Johnston's Motor Car.

When Doctor Johnston heard the news he soon put on his shoes
He says this is an urgent case, there is no time to lose
He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star
You could hear the din all through Glenfin of Johnston's motor car.

But when he got to the railway bridge, some rebels he saw there
Old Johnston knew the game was up, for at him they did stare
He said "I have a permit, to travel near and far"
"To hell with your English permit, we want your motor car."

"What will my loyal brethren think, when they hear the news
My car it has been commandeered, by the rebels at Dunluce?"
"We'll give you a receipt for it, all signed by Captain Barr
And when Ireland gets her freedom, you'll get your motor car."

Well we put that car in motion and filled it to the brim
With guns and bayonets shining which made old Johnston grim
And Barney hoisted a Sinn Féin flag, and it fluttered like a star
And we gave three cheers for the I.R.A. and Johnston's Motor Car.

I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never
1, 2, 3, 4
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I went into an alehouse where I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
Such a custom as the Clancys I can get any day"

And it's no, nay, never
1, 2, 3, 4
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

Then out of me pocket I took sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said, "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I said Liam were only in jest"

And it's no, nay, never
1, 2, 3, 4
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they caress (forgive) me as oft-times before
Then I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never
1, 2, 3, 4
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

Come all you young rebels, and list while I sing,
For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,
And it makes us all part of the patriot game.

My name is O'Hanlon, and I'm just gone sixteen.
My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned.
I learned all my life cruel England to blame,
And so I'm a part of the patriot game.

It's barely two years since I wandered away
With the local battalion of the bold IRA,
I'd read of our heroes, and I wanted the same
To play out my part in the patriot game.

They told me how Connolly was shot in a chair,
His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare,
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame,
They soon made him part of the patriot game.

I joined a battalion from dear Bally Bay
And gave up my boyhood so happy and gay.
For now as a soldier I'd drill and I'd train
To play my full part in the patriot game.

This island of ours has for long been half free.
Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny.
So I gave up my Bible, to drill and to train
To play my own part in the patriot game.

This Ireland of mine has for long been half free,
Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny.
And still De Valera is greatly to blame
For shirking his part in the patriot game.

I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police,
They're lackeys for war, never guardians of peace,
But yet as deserters I'm never let aim
Those rebels who sold out the patriot game.

And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained and sold.
I wish that my rifle had given the same
To those quislings who sold out the patriot game

What did I have, said the fine old woman
What did I have, this proud old woman did say
I had four green fields, each one was a jewel
But strangers came and tried to take them from me
I had fine strong sons, who fought to save my jewels
They fought and they died, and that was my grief said she

Long time ago, said the fine old woman
Long time ago, this proud old woman did say
There was war and death, plundering and pillage
My children starved, by mountain, valley and sea
And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens
My four green fields ran red with their blood, said she

What have I now, said the fine old woman
What have I now, this proud old woman did say
I have four green fields, one of them's in bondage
In stranger's hands, that tried to take it from me
But my sons had sons, as brave as were their fathers
My fourth green field will bloom once again said she

The policeman walked out, oh so proud on his beat
When a vision came to him of stripes on his sleeve
'Promotion,' he whispered 'I'll try for today
So come with me Mr. Ri-tooral-I-ay'

'Come tell me your name' says the limb of the law
To the little fat man selling wares on the straw
'What's that sir? Me name sir? Why, 'tis there on display
And it's Moses Ri-tooral-I-ooral-I-ay'

The trial it came on and it lasted a week
One judge said 'twas German another 'twas Greek
'Prove you're Irish' said the policeman 'and beyond it say nay'
And we'll sit on it Moses Ri-tooral-I-ay'

The prisoner stepped up there as stiff as a crutch
'Are you Irish or English or German or Dutch?'
'I'm a Jew sir, I'm a Jew sir, that came over to stay
And my name it is Moses Ri-tooral-I-ay'

'We're two of a kind' said the judge to the Jew
You're a cousin of Briscoe and I am one too
This numbskull has blundered and for it will pay'
'Wisha, that's right' says Moses Ri-tooral-I-Ay

There's a garbage collector who works down our street
Who once was a policeman, the pride of his beat
And he moans all the night and he groans all the day
Singing 'Moses Ri-tooral-I-ooral-I-ay'

In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all of us thought him a stout-hearted blade.
On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But nothing could sound like the Ould Orange Flute.

Toora loo, toora lay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee.

But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in
For he married a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the old cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
Now the boys in the townland made some noise upon it,
They forced Bob to fly to the province of Connaught;
Took with him his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the rest went the Ould Orange Flute.

Toora loo, toora lay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

At the Chapel on Sundays to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to play with the flute in the choir.
He went for to play with the flute in the mass
But the instrument quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he made a great noise,
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys".

Toora loo, toora lay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

Bob jumped and he started and got into a splutter,
He pitched the Ould Flute in the bless'd holy water;
He thought that this charm would bring some other sound,
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he would finger and finger and blow
To play Papish music, the flute would not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it would sound
Not one Papish bleat in it could e'er be found.

Toora loo, toora lay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

At a council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the Ould Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Ould Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you could hear a strange noise
'Twas the Ould Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".

Toora loo, toora lay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee

It was down by Christchurch that I first met with Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father that came from Dungannon
Would take her back home in the sweet by and by

And what's it to any man whether or no
Whether I'm easy or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow
And I tied up me sleeve for to buckle her shoe

Oh, down along Thomas Street down to the Liffey
The sunshine was gone and the evening grew dark
Along by King's Bridge and begod in a jiffey
Me arms were around her beyond in the park

And what's it to any man whether or no
Whether I'm easy or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow
And I tied up me sleeve for to buckle her shoe

Oh, from city or country a girl's a jewel
And well known for gripping the most of them are
Ah, but any young fella, he's really a fool
If he tries at the first time for to go a bit far

And what's it to any man whether or no
Whether I'm easy or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow
And I tied up me sleeve for to buckle her shoe

And if ever you go to the town of Dungannon
You can search till your eyeballs are empty and blind
Be you lying or walking or sitting or running
A girl like Annie you never will find

And what's it to any man whether or no
Whether I'm easy or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow
And I tied up me sleeve for to buckle her shoe

Gypsy rover, come over the hill
Down through the valley so shady
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day
Ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

Her father saddled up his fastest stead
Roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day
Ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Clady
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day
Ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

He is no gypsy, my father, she said
But lord of these lands all over
And I will stay til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day
Ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

i wish they'd toned the piano down a bit so you could hear her voice a little clearer



A wee bit over the Lee, me lads
A wee bit over the green
The birds went into the poor man's corn
I fear they'll never be suh, suh, suh, suh, seen me lads
I fear they'll never be seen

Then out comes the bonny wee lass
And she was one so fair
And she went into the poor man's corn
To see if the birds were the, the, the, the, there, me lads
To see if the birds were there

Then out comes the bonny wee lad
And he was a fisherman's son
And he went into the poor man's corn,
To see if the lass were the, the, the, the, there, me lads
To see if the lass were there

He put his arm around her waist
And kissed her cheek and chin
Out spoke the bonny wee lass
I fear it is a se, se, se, se, sin, my lad
I fear it is a sin.

He kissed her once and he kissed her twice
He kissed her ten times o'er
O it's nice to be kissing that bonny wee lass
That's never been kissed befe, fe, fe, fe, fore, my lads
That's never been kissed before.

Then out comes the poor old man,
and he was tattered and torn,
If that's the way you're mindin' the birds,
I'll minding myself in the mo-mo-mo-mo-morn, me lads
I'll minding myself in the morn!"

dj, Loved all your Irish songs. Especially enjoyed The Clancy Brothers and the one that I didn't know, Ronnie Drew's Easy and Slow. He was different and I always like listening to the Irish whistle.

Time for me to say goodnight, and what better way to do so than with Celtic Woman, y'all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zf3HjUF5dn4

To all of our Irish friends.

From Letty with love

I love all the Irish music. I have a touch of the Irish in my heritage. Don't know if it is in my big toe or what.
A person very dear to me is appearing in court in Louisiana tomorrow, Wednesday. This song is dedicated to him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pV_UOR0sWD0

Top of the mornin' Ms Letty,Ed,Rock,Dj and all the WA2K leprechauns.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WonYt3wOLcE
The Furey's with Davey Arthur.

My favourite violinist likes the Irish too, this is dedicated to my Irish a2k friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5H50j4DHXk

I've only been there once and I loved it.I will go back! Especially when Ryanair do their special deal - £1 return!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55UhsPdttQM&feature=pyv&ad=4845789703&kw=ireland
Dublin-short film.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LKk9op-RAA
The Dubliners - I'm off.................................

Laters WA2K and,if you can,have a glass of that black stuff on this special day.

And another one by the Dubliners.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46EXY4oP1Do&feature=related

Good morning, WA2K folks.

edgar, Really enjoyed Joan Baez's I Shall be Released. That's a great dedication to your friend, buddy.

Hey, Brit. My favorite of yours is The Furey's Sweet Sixteen. David Arthur brings back some wonderful memories to me.

Dutchy, Welcome back. Enjoyed your Irish songs so much. Thanks Aussie.

Sooo, Kiss Me I'm Irish!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDR2jT-UX-c

Oops, forgot the Shamrock.

Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin. Could have been three or four six-packs,......

I will not be humming this tune tonight,...

Hello Letty, edgarblythe andWA2K'rs

Passing on the Corned beef and cabbage also. Perhaps if it was stacked a mile high or so,...