Song Lyrics


  1. Aon Focal Eile

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Aon Focal Eile

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

When I was just a little lad I used to go to school
I’d sit down there in the seat, feeling like a fool
The teacher toult us everything, everything we know
She had a great big lump of a stick that was bent into a bow

Chorus
She’d go “Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile, And I not knowing no focal at all

She’d go “Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile And I not knowing no focal at all
She toult us how to say all our A.B.C.s
She showed us how to make little men out a plasticine
She taught us how to say our prayers, she toult us right from wrong
The only thing about it, we didn’t go to school too long

She taught about the history, the Battle of the Boyne
And how to play a game with a chestnut on a twine
She says “Open up your catechism, learn of that information
If you don’t get it in, to your big thick head, you won’t get your conformation

Chorus

Well, the days we spent going to school, were the best years of our life
Tho’ at the time we thought they were full of trouble and strife
Now when I’m home on holiday I pass the old school gate
I think a the time I spent in there, them times the surely were great

Chorus

She’d go “Aon focal, da focal ,two focal eile,
And I not knowing no focal at all She’d go
Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile And I not knowing no focal at all
Feiceann me, Feiceann tu, Thats The Truth says I ta you
She’d go “Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile
And I not knowing no focal at all
And we not knowing no focal at all

The Irish Recorded Music Association Top 30 Hits

Top 30 Singles
Title: AON FOCAL EILE

Artist: RICHIE KAVANAGH

Label: FOCAL RCORDS

Date of entry: 07.03.1996

Highest Placement: no 1 for 7 weeks

Weeks in the Charts: 27

Year: 1996

Explanation: aon = one, focal = word, eile = another.

The Mobile Phone

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
Oh my girlfriend has a mobile phone

Now we can never have a minute alone
The other night I asked her for a kiss
She said hang on now till I answer this.

Oh this mobile phone it is a curse
An it makes a awful hole in her purse
Would her mobile phone she gets such a trill
But her smile disappears when she gets the bill

Chorus

On sunday it rang in the middle of mass
An all the children though it was great gas
Some people though it was the Angelus
But the priest on the alter was furious

Chorus

Last week I was courting her in me car
An she was letting me go to far
The next thing her mobile phone did ring
Just as I was about to put me hand on her …..

Chorus

If your looking for a girlfriend now ya see
My advice to you would be
If the girl that ya fancy has a mobile phone
Don’t bodder about her just leave her alone

Chorus

Spoken..
[Richie] ….. “Hello is that Fenagh double two double two”
[Johnnie] … “No, this Fenagh 22 22”

[Richie] ….. “Ah, Im sorry for getting you out a the bed”
[Johnnie] … “Ah sure I had to come down to answer the phone anyway”

The Irish Recorded Music Association Top 30 Hits
Top 30 Singles
Title: The Mobile Phone
Artist: RICHIE KAVANAGH
Label: FOCAL RECORDS
Highest Placement: no 8

 

Chicken Talk

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

[Richie] … Johnny. [Johnny] …. ya,
[Richie] ….When was the first time you heard a naughty word.

First time I heard a naughty word, was when I was a child.
I heard it from the chickens, me granny she went wild.
Me granny says now Johnny, the chickens they don’t curse.
Be gore says I to granny, twas the chicken said it first.

CHORUS

Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off
Now this is chicken talk

Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off
This is what they say, When the chickens they do lay.
Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off.

Then up the yard me granny came and let an awful shout.
She says to me now Johnny, shut that f’en chickens mouth.
I ran the chicken up the yard, across and all around.
And yet the bleddy chicken wouldn’t stop that f’en sound.

 CHORUS

Then granny started cursing ,but the chicken said it first.
The more that granny shouted, the more the chicken cursed.

Granny said I never seen the like in all my life.
I never had a chicken that caused so much strife,

CHORUS

Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off
Now this is chicken talk Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off

This is what they say, When the chickens they do lay.
Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off.
So lets all sing along. lets sing the chicken song.
Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off
Quack quack quack quack ,went the duck.
But the chicken still said fock.
Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock fock off
Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock of
Now this is chicken talk Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off
This is what they say, When the chickens they do lay.
Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off

Do you remember when you used to go to your grannys house,                                                                                                              She would send you out to the chicken house to collect the eggs,                                                                                                     When you put your hand under the chicken on the nest  to get the egg                                                                                                       The chicken would fly off the nest singing Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, fock off Fock fock fock fock, fock fock, foc

 Chicken Talk” has reached over 12,217,435 MILLION Views on Facebook…..Thank you all.

How Elvis Became A Carlow Man

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

William Presley came from Hacketstown, at the foot of Eagle Hill
The stones from his house, ya’ll see them in the fields there still
I’ll tell you now the story, so listen if you can
And I will tell how, Elvis became a Carlow man

His ancestor was William, Presley now ya see
And from his native Hacketstown, this man was forced to flee
He sailed for america, across the raging sea
Arriving in New Orleans, then on to Tennessee

William great grand daughter, her name it was Rosella
She had a son called Jesse, he was a grand young fella
In nineteen thirteen, Jesse married Minnie Mae
And their son Vernon, brings us right to the present day

Then Vernon married Gladys Smith, in nineteen thirty three
The never realised their son, how famous he would be
The greatest rock and roller, Sure Elvis was the king
That little bit of Irish, maybe helped him for to sing

The Elvis connection to Hacketstown was discovered by Carlow local historian Michael Purcell

Michael was later to visit America to verify the connection.

 Stay Wut Her Johnny

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny

I am a rally driver on the circuit for years
I’m a woefull man now for jammin gears

I rev’s her on the corners , flat out on the straight
A be the gore a man boys the craic it is great
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny

The car that i drive is an auld escort,
I bought it in galway in the town of gort
Brought her home and i stripped her down
Now she’s one of the greatest auld cars around
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny

I am a rally driver on the circuit for years
I’m a woefull man now for jammin gears
You should see me doin a handbrake turn
I’m the man to make the tyres burn

Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny

I driving like i never did drive before
I have my foot flat on the floor,
I’m going quare well in the rally so far
Three seconds behind the leading car

Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Richie is always the pace notes man,
Shouting them out as loud as he can,
Over a crest doing a hundred an ten
A flat three left then a crest again!!

Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
I am a rally driver on the circuit for years
I’m a woefull man now for jammin gears
You should see me doin a handbrake turn
I’m the man to make the tyres burn

Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny

 Spoken … (Richie) Stay wut ‘er johnny
(Johnny) ”Thats right thats the truth” ”Drive Her Straight Sideways”
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny

Losing power twas making me nervous
So I headed on back now for the services
Down along the bog road now I was tipping
Then the bleady auld clutch it started slipping

Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
I am a rally driver on the circuit for years
I’m a woefull man now for jammin gears
You should see me doin a handbrake turn
I’m the man to make the tyres burn

Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Oh i am a rally driver on the circuit for years
I’m a woefull man now for jammin gears
You should see me doin a handbrake turn
I’m the man to make the tyres burn

Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny
Stay wut ‘er johnny johnny stay wut ‘er johnny

”Stay Wut Her Johnny” has reached 1.385,790 MILLION Views on Facebook…..Thank you all.

My Wife Johnny’s Morris Minor   

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Spoken….. (Richie) Well Johnny are you going to sing a little song?
(Johnny) I’m going to sing about me little morris minor

(Richie) An I’ll sing a song about me wife
(Johnny) Right you start an I’ll join in

Chorus

(Richie) Oh me wife she is five foot three a blond there is no finer
(Johnny) I bought her in nineteen fifty-nine she’s a little a morris minor

(Richie) I met her at a dance one night below in enniscorthy
(Johnny) I traded in a commer van it was a nineteen forty

(Richie) Well we sang and danced all night long sure we could not be parted
(Johnny) I had her for about an hour before I got her started

(Richie) I asked her if I could leave her home she said her name was june
(Johnny) I never liked the colour she was a dirty red maroon

Chorus

(Richie) Well I walked her home held her tight we done things ya could not mention
(Johnny) But I tell ya sure and certain boys she had a great suspension

(Richie) Well we courted strong for six long months before I did propose
(Johnny) It was then she got all steamed up and burst her water hose

Chorus

(Richie) On a day in june we were wed our hearts the did entwine
(Johnny) But most of her upholstery was tied up would baling twine

(Richie) She looked so well on our honeymoon in her night attire
(Johnny) She had lovely cromey head lights but a very bad spare tyre

Chorus

(Richie) Well now we have five children the youngest he is pat
(Johnny) There’s a fair auld spark left in her though sometimes the batteries flat

(Richie) Now junes hair is turning grey but there is no finer
(Johnny) And I wouldn’t trade her for the world me little morris minor

Chorus
(Richie) Oh me wife she is five foot three a blond there is no finer

(Johnny) I bought her in nineteen fifty-nine she’s a little a morris minor
(Richie) I met her at a dance one night below in enniscorthy
(Johnny) I traded in a commer van it was a nineteen forty
(Richie) Oh her name is june
(Johnny) She’s maroon she’s me little morris minor
(Johnny) And I wouldn’t trade her for the world me little morris minor
(Johnny) And I wouldn’t trade her for the world me little morris minor

TheFootball Match Row

By Richie Kavanaghlyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

At the football match there was a row
About that row I’ll tell you now
The ref. was kicked by three or four
Say nothing now ’till you hear more.

Chorus

Will you tell us will you tell us where the ref. was kicked
Say nothing now ’till you hear more
Tell us, tell us, tell us, ah tell us please tell us
Will you tell us please Johnny where the ref. was kicked.

The goalie was a horse of an ass of a man
In the goal mouth now he did stand
He wasn’t big nor he wasn’t small
He never ever let in the ball.

Chorus

Will you tell us will you tell us where the ref. was kicked
Say nothing now ’till you hear more
Tell us, tell us, tell us, ah tell us please tell us
Will you tell us please Johnny where the ref. was kicked.

Teams were all togged out on style,
Played great football for a while
Goalie got a quare lot boulder
Kicked the forward in the sholder
Ref. ran up and blew his whistle
He gave the goalie his dismissal
The goalie started to curse and swear
Next thing there were fists flying everywhere.

Chorus

Will you tell us will you tell us where the ref. was kicked
Say nothing now ’till you hear more
Tell us, tell us, tell us, ah tell us please tell us
Will you tell us please Johnny where the ref. was kicked.

Players all started for to fight
Who was wrong or who was right
Supporters all jumped across the fence
Have’nt see the poor old ref. since.

Chorus

Will you tell us will you tell us where the ref. was kicked
Say nothing now ’till you hear more
A tell us please Johnny where the ref. was kicked.

He was kicked between the whistle and the full time score
He was kicked between the whistle and the full time score
Be the holy man that must have been soar.

 His Name It Is Joe Dolan

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

There’s a singer here in Ireland the greatest of all men
He started off in mullingar with his brother ben

His first job was a printer his first love was to sing
His very first recording was the answer to everything

His name it is Joe Dolan the year was sixty four
He made the Irish charts but there was more and more
House with the white washed gable my own peculiar way
Teresa,I need you,I love you more and more everyday

Chorus

Pretty brown eyes, aching breaking heart
Make me an island, made the british chart
He’s number one in europe he played the usa
He even played in russia before their freedom day

Chorus

He’s a westmeath bachelor a golf club he likes to swing
Your a good looking woman, you’ll often hear him sing
His voice it is unique no one he imitates
He has his own individuality thats why he is so great

Chorus

”Joe Dolan was born in Mullingar, County Westmeath”

1969 was the year that Joe had his first International break

With a song called “Make Me An Island” Joe stormed into the U.K. charts at No.3.

Fagan’s Chipper Van

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Oh me name is Johnny Fagan I’m a hard working man
An I always wanted for to own a little chipper van
I bought a Buy and Sell it’s full of adds you know
Then I seen an add for a chipper van in the county of Mayo

Chorus

Did you ever wonder why I got vinger in me eye
Would you like a little sausage

I’ve a lovely little sausage
Would you like to buy a sausage
From me little chipper van

I godder up a few auld bob and off I did go
Sure I bought the little chipper van in the county of Mayo
It used to be a bread van of Mooney and O’Brian
But now it’s a little chipper van an I’m glad that it is mine

Chorus

I buy all me spuds in Wexford the greatest spuds around
The make power full chips the got no frost in the ground
The chicken comes from Kellistown fish from the Irish sea
All cooked by Johnny Fagan, Johnny Fagan now thats me

Chorus

I sell all kinds of burgers coke and curry to
If your feeling kinda hungary you know now what to do
If you see Fagan’s chipper parked outside a pup
You now Johnny Fagan only sells the best a grub

Final Chorus

Did you ever wonder why I got vinger in me eye
Would you like a little sausage

I’ve a lovely little sausage
Would you like to buy a sausage
From me little chipper van Would you like to buy a sausage
From from the Johnny Fagan man

 

Face Her For Mount Leinster

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Aon, Do, Tri, Ceathair, get them feet and start to clater
One,Two,Three Four, keep them dancing on the floor

Chorus

Oh face her for the mountain and face her for the hill
When you face her for Mount Leinster she’ll keep on dancing still

Oh face her for the valley and face her for the glenn
When you face her for Mount Leinster she’ll start to dance again

She is a lovely girl and she has a lovely sister
I tell you were they live they live up on Mount Leinster

She’s a great girl with a hurley and a great girl with a sliter
She may be small and burley but be gore there is no fitter

Chorus

Aon, Do, Tri, Ceathair,

She plays the auld camogie with the local team
Who shall, we shall, Myshall, yall hear the fans all scream

I brought her to the disco and I brought her to the pub
Then I brought her to the chippers because she likes her grub

Chorus

Aon, Do, Tri, Ceathair, get them feet and start to clater
One,Two,Three Four, keep them dancing on the floor

Oh face her for the mountain and face her for the hill
When you face her for Mount Leinster she’ll keep on dancing still

Oh face her for the valley and face her for the glenn
When you face her for Mount Leinster she’ll start to dance again
Oh face her for for the mountain and face her for the hill
When you face her for Mount Leinster she’ll keep on dancing still
Oh face her for the valley and face her for the glenn
When you face her for Mount Leinster she’ll start to dance again

Christy’s Auld Cow

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Now Christy’s auld Mammy she really gave out
When Christy’s auld cow now it got foot n mouth
She says ya know now I’ll get rid of it soon
Put it on a rocket send it to the moon

.Chorus

Over the moon Over the moon
Christy’s auld cow shit all over the moon
It did now I seen the moon it turned green
When Christy’s auld cow shit all over the moon

No grass on the moon So the cow eats moon dust
Theres loads of it there underneath the moon crust
Says Christy the cow is due ta be milked soon
Says Mammy t’will be milked by the man in the moon

Chorus

Over the moon Over the moon
Christy’s auld cow shit all over the moon
Int did now I seen the moon it turned green
When Christy’s auld cow shit all over the moon

The man in the moon and Christy’s auld cow
Both live together upon the moon now
When the moon it shines bright ya know what ta do
The man he does sing and the she’s goes moo

Chorus

Over the moon Over the moon
Christy’s auld cow shit all over the moon
It did now I seen the moon it turned green
When Christy’s auld cow shit all over the moon

Stay wut her Johnny
Stay wut her

Now Christy’s auld Mammy she rarely gave out
When Christy’s auld cow now it got foot n mouth
She says ya know now I’ll get rid of it soon
Put it on a rocket send it to the moon

Chorus

Over the moon Over the moon
Christy’s auld cow shit all over the moon
Int did now I seen the moon it turned green
When Christy’s auld cow shit all over the moon

Your a good one Johnny your a good one (and thats the truth)

Me First Marquee Dance

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Aye Johnny di ya remember yer first marquee dance

At sixteen years of age I went to my first marquee dance
Girls dresses were so short you could nearly see their pants

Then I spy’ed this little red head that I never seen before
And I asked her if she’d like to come for a spin around the floor

Well she held me o so tightly she stuck to me like glue
Sure I got so excited I did’ent know what to do

I brought her for a mineral she drank the bleady lot
I asked her if she’d go with me she sure why not

Well I got me brothers car keys it was an A forty
Then myself and the red head went outside now ya see

Well she started for to kiss me all over my big face
And she started for to tickle me in me important little place

Well the sweat it run down me face at what she might do next
I was afraid for to feel her leg in case the girl got vexted

She says do you love me says I sure I dont know
She says now your a quar fellow your working to dam slow

Well I laded me hand upon her knee an then to my suprise
Looking through the wind screen were two great big mad eyes

She says it is me brother he keeps an eye on me
Then he opened up the car door an stuck in his head ya see

He says I’m this girls brother what are you doing to her
Go home to your manny ya sixteen year auld cur

He had a great big woolie head he was a savage of a man
And in his right hand he had a great big guinness can

He had far to much drink taken an he started for to mouth
He drew out his left hand and gave me an awful a clouth

Well the red head came between us she says leave the chap alone
Stand back stand back he shouted I’m going to skin him to the bone

Well I never will forget me first marque dance
I went there the next night never gave the girls a glance
Never want to see that red head o never no no more
Cause you know her great big brother would lay cold out on the floor
Cause you know that great big brother would lay cold out on the floor

(Richie)..Did ya ever see the red head since Johnny
(Johnny)..She was ”A Rale Humdinger” lad, I married her

(Richie)..Yer codding
(Johnny)..I’m not.

Summer dancing in Ireland was held in marquees up and down the country

There were as many as 700 full and part-time bands travelling the country in the mid-1960s.

By the mid-1970s the phenomenon had peaked, and was in decline.

A combination of upscale discos  new build modern hotel dance and cabaret rooms with full bar extensions

Brought the Marquee Ballroom and Showband business to a close in the early 1980s.

 John Tyndall

( Waltz ) Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

John Tyndall was born in carlow and a quar thing I’ll tell now to you
He was the first man in all of the world to explain why the sky it is blue
Born in the village of leighlin his homestead is standing there still
His good friend and teacher John Conwill thought him there in the school on the hill

John Tyndall was born in carlow and a quar thing I’ll tell now to you
He was the first man in all of the world to explaine why the sky it is blue
John was a great man of science and also a skilled mountaineer
From humble beginnings in leighlin the science world he would domineer

John Tyndall was born in carlow and a quar thing I’ll tell now to you
He was the first man in all of the world to explaine why the sky it is blue

Now his life it was full of adventure and he lived nearly three score and ten
Many books he had written and published sure he was a great man with a pen

John Tyndall was born in carlow and a quar thing I’ll tell now to you
He was the first man in all of the world to explaine why the sky it is blue

He was a great man of learning and a great educationalist too

John Tyndall. the Carlow physicist is remembered by many as the man who first explained why the sky is blue.

This discovery, known as the Tyndall effect, proves the sky’s blue colour results from the scattering of the Sun’s rays by molecules in the atmosphere.

 Me Little Jack Russell

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I had a Jack Russell for 15 years or more,
And he never would let anybody inside of the door.
He was a little devil, a woeful dog to bark,
And when he’d show his teeth he was like a little Shark.
,,
Well he’d wake you in the morning he’d be barking at the cat,
And when he’s ate his breakfast he’d lay there on the mat,
He’d be waiting for the Postman he’d never let him past,
He didn’t like the postman he’d want to bite his ass.

Chorus

I had a Jack Russell for 15 years or more,
And he never would let anyone inside of the door.
He was a little devil, a woeful dog to bark,
And when he’d show his teeth he was like a little Shark.

Me old Jack Russell he didn’t have no fear,
If he heard a sound he’d always cock his ear.
He’d make you feel so safe in the bed at night,
When Jack was outside you’d know everything was right.

Chorus

I had a Jack Russell for 15 years or more,
And he never would let anyone inside of the door.
He was a little devil, a woeful dog to bark,
And when he’d show his teeth he was like a little Shark.

Well he’d wake you in the morning he’d be barking at the cat,
And when he’s ate his breakfast he’d lay there on the mat,
He’d be waiting for the Postman he’d never let him past,
He didn’t like the postman he’d want to bite his ass

Chorus

I had a Jack Russell for 15 years or more,
And he never would let anyone inside of the door.
He was a little devil, a woeful dog to bark,
And when he’d show his teeth he was like a little Shark.
A little Jack Russell a woeful dog to bark

The small terriers we know today were first bred by the Reverend Jack Russell, a parson and hunting enthusiast born in 1795, and they can trace their origin to the now extinct English White terrier.

I Love The Smell Of Silage

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailer full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind driving up me ass

Isn’t that right Johnny, that’s right, that’s the truth.

If you want to cut the silage you need the best of gear
The greatest yoke of all a self propelled John Dear
She gobbles up the grass ten acres in an hour
She is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse power.

Chorus

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.
Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind driving up me ass

Oh the young lads on the tractors they’ll be tearing all about
Driving 4 wheel drives to draw the trailer’s out
Racing through the fields heading for the yard
Up and down along the road going woefull hard.

Chorus

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me driving up me ass.

If you want to cut the silage you need the best of gear
The greatest yoke of all a self propelled John Dear
She gobbles up the grass ten acres in an hour
She is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse power.

Chorus

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailer full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me driving up me ass.

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Daddy’s Pocket

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Mammy thinks that Daddy’s pockets are very wide n’ deep
Sometimes we all wonder if they go down to his feet
Only Mammy knows what money Daddys got
And she won’t be happy til’ she spends the bleedy lot

She drives a BMW and she has a mini too
Always likes a swanky car thats the thing too do
Always buying everything every kind of yoke
The way that Mammy’s going I think she’ll soon have Daddy broke

Chorus

(OH) Mammy thinks that Daddy’s pockets are very wide n’ deep
Sometimes we all wonder if they go down to his feet
Only Mammy knows what money Daddy’s got
And she won’t be happy till she spends the bleedy lot

Mammy brings us now to disney land upon our holidays
We can go on everything Mammy always pays
Mammy is the greatest the greatest of them all
And Daddy doesn’t mind how much she ever spends at all

Chorus

(OH) Mammy thinks that Daddy’s pockets are very wide n’ deep
Sometimes we all wonder if they go down to his feet
Only Mammy knows what money Daddy’s got
And she won’t be happy till she spends the bloody lot

Mammy goes now to the races few times every year
Always likes to dress up in her fancy gear
Mammy loves a flutter always likes a bet
sshe never wins a’tall but Daddy never seems ta fret

Chorus

(OH) Mammy thinks that Daddy’s pockets are very wide n’ deep
Sometimes we all wonder if they go down to his feet
Only Mammy knows what money Daddy’s got
And she won’t be happy till’ she spends the bleedy lot

Me Wife’s Auld Melodion

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Me wife was in bad form by night and by day
In the morning to the bedroom I brought her some tae
Says I what is wrong is it something I’m doing
Says she no me melodion has gone out of tune

Chorus

(OH) my wifes auld melodion was gone out of tune
She sent for Pat Fagan who came around soon
He played diddly -i – doe – row – dal – do – ride – dal – day
thats how Pat Fagan stole my wife away

It was monday morning when Fagan came ‘round
I was off working trying to make a few pound
He was at her melodion all throughout the day
Fixed up her melodion and would take no pay

Chorus

(OH) My wifes auld melodion was gone out of tune
She sent for Pat Fagan who came around soon
He played diddly -i – doe – row – dal – do – ride – dal – day
That how Pat Fagin stole my wife away

I worked over time I was home very late
Fagan’s old bike was still outside the gate
There was wine on the table and logs on the fire
And my wife she was wearing a skimpy a tire

Chorus

(OH) My wifes auld melodion was gone out of tune
She sent for Pat Fagan who came around soon
He played diddly -i – doe – row – dal – do – ride – dal – day
Thats how Pat Fagan stole my wife away

The same thing was happening day in and day out
Says I to me wife now whats this all about
She says me melodion now he likes to play
And thats why Pat Fagan calls ’round every day

Chorus

(OH) My wifes auld melodion was gone out of tune
She sent for Pat Fagan who came around soon
He played diddly -i – doe – row – dal – do – ride – dal – day
N’ thats how Pat Fagan stole my wife away

(OH) many a tune he played on her melodion
N’ thats how Pat Fagan sale my wife away

The earliest instrument is said to be the Aeolidicon made by Eisenach in Hamburg in 1800.

The Melodeon fingering system is still basically the same today,

The instrument has a naturally rhythmic sound, and has been absorbed into traditional music worldwide.

God Bless Ya, God Save Ya

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

(OH) Granny tauld me stories when I was very small
Her lovely way of talking ye don’t hear now a’tall
God bless ye god save ye n’ god leave you your health
Who wants ta be a millionaire your health will buy your wealth

Stay wut her Johnny stay out her

A timbleman a comeran a real cute hur
A cobbledy dick ye’d never want to let inside your door
A thin wind a harsh day a horrid auld mist
An east wind is neither good for man nor’ beast

Chorus

(OH) Granny tauld me stories when I was very small
Her lovely way of talking ye don’t hear now a’tall
God bless ye god save ye n’ god leave you your health
Who wants ta be a millionaire your health will buy your wealth

And the first time granny seen a television this is what she said

Was kind of a sorta of a yoke ya know a kind of a sort of a yoke
A what ya ma call what ye ma call it a kind of a sort of a yoke
Akind of a sort of a yoke ya know a kind of a sort of a yoke
Ah be gor it surely was a kinda a sorta a yoke

Chorus

(OH) Granny tauld me stories when I was very small
Her lovely way of talking ye don’t hear now a’tall
God bless ye god save ye n’ god leave you your health
Who wants ta be a millionaire your health will buy your wealth

A timbleman a comeran a real cute hur
A cobbled dick ye’d never want to let inside your door
A thin wind a harsh day a horrid auld mist
An east wind is neither good for man nor’ beast

Chorus

(OH) Granny tauld me stories when I was very small
Her lovely way of talking ye don’t hear know a’tall
God bless ye god save ye n’god leave you your wealth
Who wants ta be a millionaire your health will buy your wealth

 

The Borris Fair

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus

On the fifteenth day of august a everyone is there
They come from miles around a to the borris fair

Theres all kinds of tinkers dalers and conmen
And even three card tricks a game thats hard to win

Its threre you’ll see the faces of the friends from long ago
Some of them have changed so much begor you’d hardly know

Ah when you started talking the memories they come back
Of great fairs now in borris the daleing and the crack

‘’Stay wut her, Johny stay wut her’’

The imigrants they come home from far across the sea
Ah borris on the fifteenth thats the place to be

A great day for the children ice cream and the like
Me daddy used to bring me on the bar of the bike

If your looking for a jackass a puckan or a pony
The tinker man he has them all if you have the money

Cd tapes and videos an loads of old brick brack
Your sure to get a good dale if you have the dealing nack

”Hundreds of buyers, sellers and spectators descend on the Carlow village”

The Borris fair, which is held every year on August 15th, the feast of the Assumption,

It is believed to date back to a 400-year-old charter, granted by Queen Elizabeth I.

Up The Road

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Johnny were ya good at the riddles going to school
(Johnny) I was’ent to bad lad (Richie) Right listen to this
(Richie) What goes up the road and down the road over the road and back the road

An never touches no part of the road at all
What goes up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touches no part of the road at all

(Johnny) I think I know now what it is I know the answer of your quiz
Sure that auld thing is as auld as sin I think its an egg inside of a hen

(Richie) No Johnny no your wrong listen listen to the auld song Johnny listen

(Richie) What goes up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touches no part of the road at all
What goes up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touches no part of the road at all

(Johnny) I think this time I am in luck I think its a egg inside of a duck
Me Granny taught me all them rhymes Years ago in the good auld times

(Richie) No Johnny your wrong again Listen to it again we’ll give ya another chance listen Lad

(Richie) What goes up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touches no part of the road at all

What goes up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touches no part of the road at all

(Johnny) Its quar hard lad sing it again

(Richie) What goes up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touches no part of the road at all

What goes up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touches no part of the road at all

(Richie) I think I’ll have to give ya a clue With a job like this yad have little to do
Just move around now and again

(Johnny) Be jabores i think its the council men
(Richie) Well done Johnny yer a good one

(Richie) They go up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touch no part of the road at all

They go up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touch no part of the road at all

(Richie) They go up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touch no part of the road at all
They go up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touch no part of the road at all

(Richie) They go up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touch no part of the road at all

They go up the road and down the road over the road and back the road
An never touch no part of the road at all
(Richie) Up the road and down the road over the road and back the road

An never touch no part of the road at all
They go up the road and down the road over the road and back the road

An never touch no part of the road at all

 

Captain Myles Keogh

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Myles Keogh lost his life at the Little Bighorn
A long ways from Carlow the place he was born

After the battle the were counting the dead
When the came to Myles Keogh this red indian he said

This man rode a horse with feathered white feet
He was a brave man he was hard to defeat

His men rally-ed round him the all knew the drill
But the all died together on last stand hill

Myles Keogh a commander at Custer’s last stand
When thousands of indians swamp’ed over the land

Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Lakota, Cheyenne
The great seventh Cavalry the soon over ran

Myles Keogh rode a horse with feathered white feet
He was a brave man he was hard to defeat

His men rallyed round him the all knew the drill
But the all died together on last stand hill

The only thing living the only thing found
Was Keoghs horse comanche alive on the ground

They all stepped together to the great garryowen
Now their memory forever is engraved there in stone

Myles Keogh rode a horse with feathered white feet
He was a brave man he was hard to defeat

His men rallyed round him the all knew the drill
But the all died together on last stand hill

Myles Keogh was born in Orchard House, Leighlinbridge, County Carlow on 25 March 1840.

He served as a cavalry officer during the Gettysburg Campaign. After the war, he remained in the regular United States Army as commander of Company I in the 7th Cavalry Regiment under George Armstrong Custer. He died along with Custer and all of his men at the Battle of the Little Big Horn on June 25, 1876. Keogh’s horse, Comanche, is considered the only military survivor of the battle,

Our Anniversary is Today

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

(Johnny) How long do you know the wife now lad?

Chorus

Our Anniversary is today
I love’s her still in the same auld way

She is me darling she’s me true love
She is me turtle dove

The first time I saw her was across the dance floor
I knew I’d never seen her there before

Her lovely smile her hair it did shine
I knew then her love would be mine

Chorus

Our Anniversary is today
I love’s her still in the same auld way

She is me darling she’s me true love
She is me turtle dove

I brought her home on the bar of the bike
She lived in Clonmore it was a long hike

I cycled home by the light of the moon
We were married the following June

Chorus

Our Anniversary is today
I love’s her still in the same auld way

She is me darling she’s me true love
She is me turtle dove

Well we brought up the children thought the money was tight
We all pulled together said our prayers every night
Through the good times, the bad times, the happy, the sad
A better woman no man ever had

Chorus

Our Anniversary is today
I love’s her still in the same auld way

She is me darling she’s me true love
She is me turtle dove

Now we’er taking it easy we’er taking our time
We’er slowly maturing like a bottle of wine

And we’ve been saving the best till the last
To the further, the present, the past

Chorus

Our Anniversary is today
I love’s her still in the same auld way

She is me darling she’s me true love
She is me turtle dove

 

The Disney Gravestone

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

There’s a churchyard in carlow near a broken down house
Where lie the ancestors of the great Mickey Mouse
Walt Disney’s forefathers lie under long grass
Gravestone unnoticed by people who pass

A Disney left Ireland sailed over the sea
Could never have dream’ent what was going to be

That one of his family not now very soon
Would make a great fortune from a classic cartoon

Chorus

There’s a churchyard in carlow near a broken down house
Where lie the ancestors of the great Mickey Mouse

Walt Disney’s forefathers lie under long grass
Gravestone unnoticed by people who pass

Ub Lwerks drew Mickey and brought him to life
The name Mickey mouse was thought up by Walt’s wife

Walt Disney was Mickey,s voice on the screen
The greatest cartoon that ever has been

Chorus

There’s a churchyard in carlow near a broken down house
Where lie the ancestors of the great Mickey Mouse

Walt Disney’s forefathers lie under long grass
Gravestone unnoticed by people who pass

It’s sad now that no one would bodder at all
To clean up the churchyard or fix up the wall

Clean up the gravestone with the family name
Disney’s from carlow who reached such great fame

Chorus

There’s a churchyard in carlow near a broken down house
Where lie the ancestors of the great Mickey Mouse

Walt Disney’s forefathers lie under long grass
Gravestone unnoticed by people who pass

Walt Disney’s Irish ancestors are buried in Clonmelsh graveyard, Ballyloo, Co Carlow.

The all-star graveyard also boasts the family of Pierce Butler, one of the men who signed the American Constitution, and millionaire Thomas Tracy.

Never Say Ow!  ( How To Milk A COW )

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

A quar thing I’ll tell you about a cow now
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!
Never say Ow! Oh never say Ow!
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!

Me granny she thought me how to milk a cow
Site down there young man an I’ll show you how

Pull one tit pull two tit’s pull three and pull four
Then start with tit one and just do like before

Chorus

A quar thing I’ll tell you about a cow now
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!

Never say Ow! Oh never say Ow!
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!

The cow’s love life is so very dull
The AI man now replace’s the bull

There’s noting on earth the cow she can do
Look over the gate and just give a big Moo

Chorus

A quar thing I’ll tell you about a cow now
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!

Never say Ow! Oh never say Ow!
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!

(Richie) Stay wut her Johnny
(Johnny) That’s right that’s the truth, lie on her head lad, lie on head

She like’s to be out in the field every day
There’s no buttercup’s there all killed with spray

She grazes the grass in the field o so green
But there’s no buttercups or wildflowers to be seen

Chorus

A quar thing I’ll tell you about a cow now
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!

Never say Ow! Oh never say Ow!
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!

(Johnny) Stay wut her lad
Oh never say Ow! never say Ow!
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!
Never say Ow! Oh never say Ow!
You can pull all her tit’s but she’ll never say Ow!

(Richie) The crater has a very long face Johnny.

(Johnny) Yes cause she never gets the bull,The AI man dose the job, A quar go an too.

 

Paddy’s Day

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Saint Patrick came to Ireland in four thirty two
He tried to make a christan out a me an out a you

Held up a bit of shamrock frighting all the snakes away
And thats why we still celabrate Paddys Day

Paddys Day, A Paddys Day
We’er going to have the craic and put a few pints away

We march down the town with the shamrock on our chest
Cause we are all Irish and us Irish are best

Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy’s Day
A Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy’s Day

He lit a pascal fire upon the hill of Slane
The Tara king he saw it and nearly went insane

Very soon Saint Patrick the king he did convert
Thats why we still have people a’ praying down in Clonfert

A Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy’s Day
A Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy’s Day

Saint Patrick came to Ireland in four thirty two
He tried to make a christan out a me an out a you

Held up a bit of shamrock frighting all the snakes away
And thats how we still celabrate Paddys Day

Paddys Day, A Paddys Day
We’er going to have the craic and put a few pints away
We march down the town with the shamrock on our chest
Cause we are all Irish and us Irish are best

A Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy’s Day
A Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy’s Day

Saint Patrick came to Ireland in four thirty two
He tried to make a christan out a me an out a you

Held up a bit of shamrock frighting all the snakes away
And thats how we still celabrate Paddys Day

Paddys Day, A Paddys Day
We’er going to have the craic and put a few pints away

We march down the town with the shamrock on our chest
Cause we are all Irish and us Irish are best

A Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy’s Day
A Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy Paddy’s Day

“There are only two kinds of people in the world,” an Irish saying goes.

“The Irish and those who wish they were.” 

Saint Patrick’s Day, or the Feast of Saint Patrick is a cultural and religious celebration held on 17 March,

The Gordon Bennett Race

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

A Hundred years ago today in nineteen hundred and three
The Gordon Bennett race It was a sight to see

Jenatzy was the winner in six hours thirty nine
In a sixty horse Mercedes he had the fastest time

The starting point was Kilrush Just outside Athy
Cars sped off driving dust up in the sky

Open to all Nations cars of every Make
Tearing down the road leaving zig zag marks in there wake

Chorus

A Hundred years ago today in nineteen hundred and three
The Gordon Bennett race It was a sight to see

Jenatzy was the winner in six hours thirty nine
In a sixty horse Mercedes he had the fastest time

Cars reach sixty five miles an hour on the Ballyshannon straight
Where people paid a guinea for a roadside seat

Ardscull Moat was crowded on the day
From there you could see dust from cars Three miles away

Chorus

A Hundred years ago today in nineteen hundred and three
The Gordon Bennett race It was a sight to see

Jenatzy was the winner in six hours thirty nine
In a sixty horse Mercedes he had the fastest time

Mechanics had there work cut out believe it or not
Threw water on the tyres because they got so hot
Sensation of the day was the gorteen crossroads crash
When a car broke its wheel and turned over with a smash
Chorus

A Hundred years ago today in nineteen hundred and three
The Gordon Bennett race It was a sight to see

Jenatzy was the winner in six hours thirty nine
In a sixty horse Mercedes he had the fastest time

Spoken,

(Richie) Is’nt That right Johnny
(Johnny) Thats right thats the truth Me Granddad told me all about it,

He said all the roadside hedges had to be cut,
They took the humps off the bridges and steam rolled all the roads,
”And Thats the Truth cause me Granddad ad know”

Chorus

A Hundred years ago today in nineteen hundred and three
The Gordon Bennett race It was a sight to see

Jenatzy was the winner in six hours thirty nine
In a sixty horse Mercedes he had the fastest time

Jenatzy there behind the wheel mechanic by his side
Brought the Gordon Bennett cup to Germany with such pride

Second place and Third Panhards they were fast
A Mors it was fourth and the Napier was last

Chorus

A Hundred years ago today in nineteen hundred and three
The Gordon Bennett race It was a sight to see

Jenatzy was the winner in six hours thirty nine
In a sixty horse Mercedes he had the fastest time
In a sixty horse Mercedes he had the fastest time

Gordon Bennett Cup Race Results 1903
1. Jenatzy (Mercedes), 6h39m at 49.2mph 2. De Knyff (Panhard), 6h50m 3. Farman (Panhard), 6h51m 4. Gabriel (Mors), 7h11m 5. Edge (Napier), 9h28m (disqualified)

 

Do You Really Love Your Mammy

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Heres a little song about all the mammy’s in all the world

Do you really love your mammy do you love her every day
Cause you’ll never miss your mammy till your mammy’s gone away
When the good lord up in heaven calls her to the golden gate
Its then you’ll miss your mammy but its then twill be to late

When you were a little baby she was o so fond of you
She would feed you night and morning and wash your little bottom too

When you had your little windies she knew just what to do
And your gums when you were teething she watched them all grow through

And when first you went to school she was there to hold your hand
When you made your conformation sure she had you looking grand

All the times you were in trouble beside you she would stand
On your twenty first a birthday it was her who payed the band

Now your courting days are over and you never more will roam
She was o so very happy when you bought your little home

Now your children call her Granny but she’s still your Mammy too
And no matter what life brings you Mammy always will love you

Do you really love your mammy do you love her every day
Cause you’ll never miss your mammy till your mammy’s gone away

 

A Ferguson Tractor

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Di ya remember the little Ferguson tractor Johnny?
(Johnny) The were a great little yoke you start an I’ll join in,

ChorusChorus

Oh I am a little Ferguson built so many years ago
I was bought up in Dublin at the RDS spring show

I’m a lovely little tractor and I look so very cute
Not like the tractor of today that great big ugly brute

Well they brought me home to Fenagh in the county of Carlow
And the first man to drive me was mickey’s uncle joe

He put on his top coat and he jumped upon me sate
Pulled back on the throttle and he flew out through the gate

Chorus

Oh I am a little Ferguson built so many years ago
I was bought up in Dublin at the RDS spring show

I’m a lovely little tractor and I look so very cute
Not like the tractor of today that great big ugly brute

All the auld lads started laughing and jeering now you see
They said that auld black jackass was far better now then me

But the jackass he is long since dead his bones has turned to dust
Here am I freshly painted would nare a speck a rust

Chorus

Oh I am a little Ferguson built so many years ago
I was bought up in Dublin at the RDS spring show
I’m a lovely little tractor and I look so very cute
Not like the tractor of today that great big ugly brute

Oh where have all the years gone by I’m parked here in the shed
Poor auld uncle joe is inside crippled in the bed

But every september until the man is dead
He’ll grab his little walking aid an he’ll head up for the shed

Chorus

Oh I am a little Ferguson built so many years ago
I was bought up in Dublin at the RDS spring show

I’m a lovely little tractor and I look so very cute
Not like the tractor of today that great big ugly brute

He’ll check me oil and water he’ll shine and polish me
Then he’ll bring me down to Fenagh for everyone to see
They’ll put him sitting on me sate he looks so very proud
As he drives me through the steam rally to the cheering of the crowed

Chorus

Oh I am a little Ferguson built so many years ago
I was bought up in Dublin at the RDS spring show

I’m a lovely little tractor and I look so very cute
Not like the tractor of today that great big ugly brute
Not like the tractor of today that great big ugly brute

The Ferguson TE20 is an agricultural tractor designed by Harry Ferguson.

By far his most successful design, it was manufactured from 1946 until 1956,

Commonly known as the ”Little Grey Fergie”. It is light-weight but effective, and a popular collector’s item 

A Little Bit Of Lastic

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace
I was made for to cover your important little place

Lads try to get their hands on me and end up in disgrace
I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace

I come in all kinds of colours every shape an size
The one thing about me is the element of surprise

Every monday morning I’m hung out on the line
And left there all day if the weather it is fine

Chorus

I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace
I was made for to cover your importan little place

Lads try to get their hands on me and end up in disgrace
I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace

Ah sure I’m hanging here upon the line all through out the day
An as the lads pass by they all ways look my way

Ya know now if I could talk to them such story’s I could tell
But I know the way the look at me the know it all to well

Chorus

I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace
I was made for to cover your important little place

Lads try to get their hands on me and end up in disgrace
I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace

(Richie) Stay wut her Johnny stat wut her
(Johnny) Thats right thats the truth

Now the make me much smaller I hardly cover it at all
A course the price is bigger though I am very small

Now when I get a bit torn I know the end is near
Thought I hear that big maggie has the same one 20 year

Chorus

I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace
I was made for to cover your important little place

Lads try to get their hands on me and end up in disgrace
I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace

 

A Travellin Man

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Johnny are you going to sing a song

(Johnny) I’m going to sing about a little Travellin Man an it goes something like this

Chorus

Oh I am a little travellin man Some people calls me tinker dan
I have a great big hiace van

An I buy an sell all that I can
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life

Well I was rared in a horse drawn van
Me father was a cute little man

We used to travel near an far
With a pie ball horse an a little spring car

Chorus

Oh I am a little travellin man
Some people calls me tinker dan

I have a great big hiace van
An I buy an sell all that I can
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life

(Richie) Stay wut her Johnny, stay wut her

Ah the places we used to camp and stay
Are all filled up with stones and clay

We’er toult stay going now keep away
Sure we can’t keep going till our dying day

Chorus

Oh I am a little travellin man
Some people calls me tinker dan

I have a great big hiace van
An I buy an sell all that I can
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life

Well me brother Mickey he’s the one
If ya want a bit a tarmacadem done

I’m not coding ya now he’ll do a good job
An he’ll only charge ya a small few bob

Chorus

Oh I am a little travellin man
Some people calls me tinker dan

I have a great big hiace van
An I buy an sell all that I can
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life

Well me father toult me how to buy and sell
I’m not coding ya boy I’m doing quar well

I paid for me house and me hiace van
And I’m proud to be called a travellin man

Chorus

Oh I am a little travellin man
Some people calls me tinker dan

I have a great big Hiace van
An I buy an sell all that I can
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life
Will ya buy a bit a carpet an I’ll give it to ya chape
Di ya want a radio will ya buy an auld tape
Sure I never coded no one no time in me life
No I never coded no one no time in me life

(Johnny) That’s The Truth

 

 

The Carlow Fence

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

There never was a structure before now or since
As unique and sturdy as the carlow fence
The upright on top was cut into a vee
For the end of the lentil to fit into you see

Says watson down in fenagh this granite fence I’m starting
You’ll see it still beside the road down in ballydarton
All throughout the county you’ll see this fence still
Grand ones in oak park and up in ballinakill

Chorus

There never was a structure before now or since
As unique and sturdy as the carlow fence
The upright on top was cut into a vee
For the end of the lentil to fit into you see

Cleaved from a rock up out of the ground
The cleaver worked the stone wherever it was found
With stone pick wedges plug and two feathers
Simple tools but mighty tools when the were worked together

Chorus

There never was a structure before now or since
As unique and sturdy as the carlow fence
The upright on top was cut into a vee
For the end of the lentil to fit into you see

God bless the stone cutters for the lovely work the did
Hard auld work for a small few quid
A heritage in stone there forever more
The lovely Carlow fence a fence that I adore

Chorus

There never was a structure before now or since                                                                                                                          There never was a structure before now or since………………………………………………………………………………………..                                                                                                                 As unique and sturdy as the carlow fence………………………………………………………………………………………………….
The upright on top was cut into a vee
For the end of the lentil to fit into you see

There never was a structure before now or since
As unique and sturdy as the carlow fence
The upright on top was cut into a vee
For the end of the lentil to fit into you see

This granite fence is a unique feature of the Carlow landscape – found nowhere else in the world.

It was erected mainly as a decorative fence around gardens and between fields.

I love My Juggernaut

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Oh believe it or believe it not i love me juggernaut !!
I’ve been all over Ireland to the North i’ve seen the lot

I’m hauling great big bales of hay I’m heading for Mayo
With potholes all through Cavan sure i’ll have to drive so slow

In the morning I’m up early on the road at half past five
The air is fresh and crispy by it’s great to be alive

I fall in behind a crawler put me foot down on the gas
But the roads are to bumpy for me juggernaut to pass

Chorus

Oh believe it or believe it not i love me juggernaut !!
I’ve been all over Ireland to the North i’ve seen the lot

I’m hauling great big bales of hay I’m heading for Mayo
With potholes all through Cavan sure i’ll have to drive so slow

(Johnny) Breaker Breaker I’m looking for a copy
(Richie) 10/4 This is big Rich come back

(Johnny) Ah this is your auld pal Johnny
(Richie) Ah Johnny what’s your 20

I’m in the County Offaly and I’m awfully sorry now
I broke the mirrors of me cab and I’d like to tell you how

With sceachs bows and bushes rubbing of me load
I wish the county council would trim along the road

Chorus

Oh believe it or believe it not i love me juggernaut !! I
I‘ve been all over Ireland to the North i’ve seen the lot

I’m hauling great big bales of hay I’m heading for Mayo
With potholes all through Cavan sure i’ll have to drive so slow

(Richie) Come back Johnny come back

Some people call us juggernaut’s ,Artic’s or big trucks
Some people even give us horrid dirty looks

I know you’ve got your reasons sometimes for to frown
But did you ever try to drive a Scania through your town

Chorus

Oh believe it or believe it not i love me juggernaut !!
I’ve been all over Ireland to the North i’ve seen the lot

I’m hauling great big bales of hay I’m heading for Mayo
With potholes all through Cavan sure i’ll have to drive so slow

(Richie) Stay wut her Johnny stay wut her
(Johnny ) That’s right that’s the truth rev’er on the corners

(Richie) And face her for Mount Leinster

I know I swing me volvo all around your market square
I know that you think lorry drivers we just don’t care

But the streets are so narrow built so many years ago
They were built for horses carts not juggernauts you know

Chorus

Oh believe it or believe it not i love me juggernaut !!
I’ve been all over Ireland to the North I’ve seen the lot

I’m hauling great big bales of hay I’m heading for Mayo
With potholes all through Cavan sure i’ll have to drive so slow

(Richie) Come back Johnny, come back, we’ll leave the last one to you

I’m in the county Offaly and I’m awfully sorry now
I broke the mirrors of me cab and I’d like to tell you how

With sceachs bows and bushes the council will not cut
When I get back to the depot the boss will do his nut
Oh when I get back to the depot the boss will do his nut

 

The Pothole Song

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Heres a little song about the holiest country in all the world “

Holy Ireland”
Is’aint that right Johnny?
(Johnny) “Thats Right Thats The Truth” you start an I’ll join in

(Richie) Right Johnny here we goChorus

Now they call us holy Ireland great big potholes everywhere
If your going out a driving make sure and bring the spare
Ah me little back suspension goes bobbing up and down
Even though I pay me road tax the treat me like a clown

There’s big ones there’s little ones there’s some a duck could swim
And if you hit a bad one you’ll soon be on the rim
You can go and get your puncher fixed there’s no-one from to claim
You can ask your county counselor but he wont take the blame
Chorus

So they call us holy Ireland great big potholes everywhere
If your going out a driving make sure and bring the spare
Ah me little back suspension goes bobbing up and down
Even though I pay me road tax the treat me like a clown

(Richie) Now Johnny its your turn
(Johnny) “Thats Right Thats The Truth”

They send out a great big lorry with three fellows in the back
A little barrel a tar and a few chipping in a sack
There hunting for the potholes but they don’t get very far
After filling twenty holes they get run out of tar

Chorus

So they call us holy Ireland great big potholes everywhere
If your going out a driving make sure and bring the spare
Ah me little back suspension goes bobbing up and down
Even though I pay me road tax the treat me like a clownChorus

So the head back for the depot but their told to go away
The ganger man says one barrel supposed to last all day
Now I don’t blame the council men their back is to the wall
I blame them fancy fellows sitting down there in the Dail

Chorus

So they call us holy Ireland great big potholes everywhere
If your going out a driving make sure and bring the spare
Ah me little back suspension goes bobbing up and down
Even though I pay me road tax the treat me like a clown

Now when there’s an election they’ll come knocking at your door
Says you I remember you you were here before
You said yad fill the potholes you treat me like a goat
If you fill up the potholes then I’ll give you me vote

Chorus

Now they call us holy Ireland great big potholes everywhere
If your going out a driving make sure and bring the spare
Ah me little back suspension goes bobbing up and down
Even though I pay me road tax the treat me like a clown
Even though you pay your road tax the treat you like a clown

(Johnny) “Thats Right Thats The Truth”

 

In 1990s Ireland …. Potholes were  common on rural roads but councils always made the same excuse for not repairing them:

“We haven’t got the money.”

Johnny is a Bachelor

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Oh Johnny is a bachelor and I’d like to tell ya why
He loves and kissed all the girls but his quick to say goodbye

Did you every sleep with a woman or would it be a sin
I wouldn’t be sure for certain I might have dosed off now and again

Well the first girl that Johnny knew I think her name was
Mary I loved this girl dearly but her face was awful hairy
One night I tried to court her in my little morris van
But when I went to feel her leg I found out she was a man

Chorus

Well the next girl that Johnny knew her name was little Sue
In me morris minor she knew just what to do

Every time ya’d kiss her she’d squeeze you oh so tight
Oh Sue was a great auld court she’d keep you out half the night

Chorus

Well the next girl that Johnny knew her name it was kathleen
And she was the grandest girl that you had every seen

One night in me morris minor she said she’d take a chance
Now her brothers an her sisters are all uncles and aunts

Chorus

Well the last girl that Johnny knew her name it was big maggie
I love this girl dearly but her hair was awful jaggy

One night she proposed to me beside a bale of hay
That was a year ago and I’m regretting every day

Last Chorus

Oh Johnny is a not bachelor and I’d like to tell ya why

He loved and kissed big Maggie but he was slow to say goodbye
What’s it like to sleep with Maggie I asked him with a grin

To hell with her hundred acres I wish I was a single man again
Oh to hell with her hundred acres I wish I was a single man again

 

Mick The Tent

Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

He was known all over Ireland, everywhere he went
His name it was Mick Donohue, but they called him Mick the Tent.
If you wanted a marquee for hire there was no better man
Sure he travelled all of Ireland in his little Hi Ace van

He started running dances in the hall in Garryhill
And every night a biscuit tin with money he would fill.
He saved up all the shillings and bought his first marquee

The showbands there up on the stage the were a sight to see

The marquees then were all the go, there were dances everywhere
At all the fairs and festivals, sure Mick you’d find him there.
He worked from early morning late into the night

Always making sure that every job was finished right

He always kept the best of tents, most of them brand new
For all kinds of occasions and for every kind of do.
At the national ploughing championships and other big events
Mick the man from Garryhill, would supple all the tents

On the day that Mick he died, up to Heaven now he went
St. Peter opened up the gates, says he ‘’yer welcome Mike the Tent’’.
Says Mick, ’’ I’m glad to meet you Boss’’, then with a great big grin,
If I was to live me life once more “I’d Do The Same Again.”

“Is’ent that Right Johnny?”
“That’s right, that’s the truth”

And the song he used to always sing was Phil the Fluthers Ball.

“Is’ent that Right Johnny?”

“That’s right, that’s the truth”

And the song he used to always sing was Phil the Fluthers Ball.

Donohue Marquees is one of Ireland’s longest established and most respected marquee hire companies.
Founded 40 years, Donohue Marquees are now one of the most respected customised marquee providers in Ireland.

 

Rev’er On The Corners

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh

I never had a rally car since or before,
Like the mark 2 Escort, that I bought in ’84
She was almost 10 years auld and had seen better days
You’d rev’er on the corners, and drive her straight side ways.

Rev’re rev’er rev’er on the corners and driver her straight side ways
You’d rev’er on the corners, and drive her straight side ways.

O rev’re rev’er rev’er on the corners and driver her straight side ways
You’d rev’er on the corners, and drive her straight side ways.

The first time that I saw her I knew what I had to do,
Strip her down compleatly, and build her up brand new,
She was the square edge version, that appered in ’75.
The greatest car ever made, be the holy man alive.

Rev’re rev’er rev’er on the corners and driver her straight side ways
You’d rev’er on the corners, and drive her straight side ways.

O rev’re rev’er rev’er on the corners and driver her straight side ways
You’d rev’er on the corners, and drive her straight side ways.

You’re a good one Johnny, yer a good one, she’s looking quare well now lad.
That’s right now shey’s going quare well, she’s going like a clock.

She has a Middleton Diamond Engine , it is a 2.4
With a Weber Carburettor, sure you couldn’t ask for more.
She has a great back axle and brand new KONI Shocks,
A sturdy 6 speed gear box, that I call ”The Auld Long Box”

Rev’re rev’er rev’er on the corners and driver her straight side ways
You’d rev’er on the corners, and drive her straight side ways.
O rev’re rev’er rev’er on the corners and driver her straight side ways
You’d rev’er on the corners, and drive her straight side ways.

The squarer-styled Mark II version appeared in January 1975.

The first production models had rolled off the production lines on 2 December 1974.

As with its predecessor, the Mark II had a successful rallying career.

Mickey’s Buckin’ Ass

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh.

Chorus

Oh me uncle Micky had a buckin’ ass
This buckin’ ass you know was awful crass
He was the bigest buckin’ ass the finest buckin’ ass
The wildest buckin’ ass in Ireland.
Chours
Well he bought the buckin ass in Tullamore
From a man that he never seen before
He brought it home that day, was in the month of May
Sure he said he’d have him for to mow the hay.

Chorus

Oh me uncle Micky had a buckin’ ass
This buckin’ ass you know was awful crass
He was the bigest buckin’ as the finest buckin’ ass
The wildest buckin’ ass in Ireland.

Well he yoked ass up to the cart
And then the holy ructions it did start
Well he bucked it in the air and he bucked it all around
Till he smashed the buckin’ cart upon the ground.

Chorus

There was a donkey darby up in Naas
And Mickey said we’ll surley win the race
But he was out of luck, the ass he ran amock
So they put the bugger back into the truck.

Then Uncle Mickey got so very crass
He says your an awful buckin ass
But you’ll buck around no more like you used to do before
Cause I’m going to bring you back to Tullamore.

Chorus

Oh me uncle Micky had a buckin’ ass
This buckin’ ass you know was awful crass
He was the biggest buckin’ as the finest buckin’ ass
The wildest buckin’ ass in Ireland.
He was the biggest buckin’ as the finest buckin’ ass
The wildest buckin’ ass in Ireland.

Irish Book / Focal Leabhair

”A little song to get you started learning the Gaelic”

lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh.

Chorus

This is a song about an Irish dictionary,
That’s right, a word book, a focal leabhair.

(G) Oh get out your focal leabhair get (D) out your focal (G) leabhair
And (C) we’ll have you speaking Irish (D) in a half an (G) hour,
Sea means yes and (C) Níl means (D) no,
Get (G) out your focal leabhair and we’ll (D) all have a (G) go.

The sweets that you chaw, there called a milseáin
A motorcar used to be a gluaisteán,
Tíg is house and doras is door,
Buy a focal leabhair and you’ll learn a lot more

Chorus

Oh get out your focal leabhair get out your focal leabhair
And we’ll have you speaking Irish in a half an hour,
Sea means yes and Níl means no,
Get out your focal leabhair and we’ll all have a go.

If someone says to you conas atá tú
What their saying in English is how are you,
slán leat is how you say goodbye
Amoch faoin spéir is under the sky,

Chorus

Oh get out your focal leabhair get out your focal leabhair
And we’ll have you speaking Irish in a half an hour,
Sea means yes and Níl means no,
Get out your focal leabhair and we’ll all have a go.

In school if you ever wanted to go to the loo
This bit of Irish will be handy to you
Cad a gum dul amach, ma se do hulla
The teacher’s asleep, Tá an múinteoir ina chodladh.

Chorus

Oh get out your focal leabhair get out your focal leabhair
And we’ll have you speaking Irish in a half an hour,
Sea means yes and Níl means no,
Get out your focal leabhair and we’ll all have a go.

Hay lad, do you see this ?
A bathroom is a seomra folctha,
A what ? a seomra folctha,
Will you hold your whist Johnny
Or you’ll get us all in trouble again.

If you don’t know the girl that you’re dancing with,
Just ask her her name, cad is ain m duit
When you leave her home and she holds you tight,
Oíche mhaith is how you say good night.

Chorus

Oh get out your focal leabhair get out your focal leabhair
And we’ll have you speaking Irish in a half an hour,
Sea means yes and Níl means no,
Get out your focal leabhair and we’ll all have a go.

”A little song to get you started learning the Gaelic”

Life Is Like A See-Saw

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

(OH) Life is like a see-saw it has its ups and downs
Sometimes it brings us happy smiles sometimes it makes us frown
When your up your up and when your down your down
So when your up you know what you really go ta town

Your always in a hurry ya haven’t time ta wait
Ye slam the door behind ye and run out through the gate
Your planning for the future your trying to get in shape
And when you think your really right ye end up in a heap

Chorus

(OH) Life is like a see-saw it has its ups and downs
Sometimes it brings us happy smiles sometimes it makes us frown
When your up your up and when your down your down
So when your up you know what you really go ta town

Ye think ye are the bees knees theres no one else like you
Your so proud of yourself ye don’t know what ta do
Your spending loads of money what ye haven’t earned yet
And when ye cannot pay it back its then ye start ta fret

Chorus

(OH) Life is like a see-saw it has its ups and downs
Sometimes it brings us happy smiles sometimes it makes us frown
When your up your up and when your down your down
So when your up you know what ye really go ta town

We all have fancy plastic cars a handy way ta spend
Don’t forget the bank wants back every thing they lend
At christmas time and holidays its great ta have a card
but when ya cannot pay it back your really up the yard

Chorus

(OH) Life i like a see-saw it has its ups and downs
Sometimes it brings us happy smiles sometimes it makes us frown
When your up your up and when your down your down
So when your up you know what ye really go ta town
So up or down ye know what ye really upside down

Once in a Blue Moon

 Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Once in a blue moon once in a blue moon
Whats a blue moon whats a blue moon
Two full moons in the one month
Thats what they call a blue moon

I look at the heavens the heavens above
Think of the girl the girl that i love
Her eyes they sparkle like stars in the sky
Hope she comes back bye and bye

Chorus

Once in a blue moon once in a blue moon
Whats a blue moon whats a blue moon
Two full moons in the one month
Thats what they call a blue moon

Waiting her phone call hope she rings soon
She only rings me once in a blue moon
I keep on waiting and hoping you see
One day she’ll come back to me

Chorus

Once in a blue moon once in blue moon
Whats a blue moon whats blue moon
Two full moons in the one month
Thats what they call a blue moon

Blue blue blue blue moon
Blue blue blue blue moon
I keep on waiting and hoping you see
One day she’ll come back to me

Blue blue blue blue moon
Blue blue blue blue moon
Two full moons in the one month
Thats what they call a moon
Blue blue blue blue moon

Once in a Blue Moon … is a common way of saying not very often, but what exactly is a Blue Moon?

According to the popular definition, it is the second Full Moon to occur in a single calendar month.

Grannie Used Ta Jig

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(OH) When I was just a little lad we were so very poor
But we had woofull gallery there upon the kitchen floor
We didn’t have a penny we didn’t give a frig
Cos we had lovely music when me granny start ta jig

She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-do
She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-da
She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-do
She’d go skiddery-Idley-diddly-idley-dory-idle-da

Granny always wore her hair tied up in a bun
Her teeth they were very scarce she had nare a one
On Sunday she went ta mass in her asses cart
The ass was quicker for ta stop than it was ta start

When I was just a little lad we were so very poor
But we had woofull gallery there upon the kitchen floor
We didn’t have a penny we didn’t give a frig
Cos we had lovely music when me granny start ta jig

She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-do
She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-da
She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-do
She’d go skiddery-idley-diddly-idley-dory-idle-da

Granny was as old as old as old could be
But she could make gallery out of everything ye see
She could jump she could dance ye should of seen her run
A trying ta catch the auld jackass was so much fun

(OH) When I was just a little lad we were so very poor
But we had woofull gallery there upon the kitchen floor
We didn’t have a penny we didn’t give a frig
Cos we had lovely music when me granny start ta jig

She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-do
She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-da
She’d go skiddery-I-skiddery-I-skiddery-idle-do
She’d go skiddery-idlely-diddly-idley-dory-idle-da
Granny was a great auld gallery Johnny
Ah god she was a quare fella was one quare fella

The Dribblin’ Teapot

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

 Chorus  Johnny whats it like ta get tae in a hotel?

There’s a dribble from the taepot theres a dribble from the jug
Everytime I try to pour me tae or milk into me mug
I hauld the taepot steady but I cannot pour it out
Cos theres nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout

Who makes the bleedy taepots ye find in a hotel
You’ll see them in the restaurants and in the pubs as well
There lovely clean and shiny but when ye pour them out
Theres nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout

Chorus

There’s a dribble from the taepot there’s a dribble from the jug
Everytime I try to pour me tae or milk into me mug
I hauld the teapot steady but I cannot pour it out
Cos there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout

Is there anyone in Ireland makes a teapot with a spout
That doesn’t dribble dribble everytime ye pour it out
I’ve travelled over Ireland north east south n’ west
But the taepot that me grandad has it surely is the best

Chorus

Cos me grandad has a taepot he lives up in Drumphea
It’s there you’ll alway get a master mug a tae
He has a black n’ a smokey one but when he pours it out
Ye’ll never see a dribble dribblin’ down along his spout

Where there your grandad get the taepot Johnny

He bought it on his honeymoon down in Hacketstown
It was very expensive at the time it cost a half a crown
He has it fifty years or more in use every day
Me grandad was a council man and he surely likes strong tae

Them are great auld teapots Johnny
Ih not like the ones today lad

Chorus

There’s a dribble from the taepot there’s a dribble from the jug                                                                                                                                                Everytime I try to pour me tae or milk into me mug
I hold the taepot steady but I cannot pour it out
Cos there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout

Chorus

There’s a dribble from the taepot there’s a dribble from the jug
Everytime I try to pour me tae or milk into me mg
I hauld the taepot steady but I cannot pour it out
Cos there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout
Ah there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout
And that’s the truth

Spouts that drip or don’t drip have long been something of a mystery to many potters.

What is the difference and what is going on?

The inside of the spout needs to be at least as large as the diameter of a fountain pen and it can be bigger than that and still pour well.

The Little Honda 50

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

( Richie) Johnny do ye remember the little Honda 50?

( Johnny) The were a great little yoke lad

Chorus

Ah the little Honda 50 boys they were all the craic
A little Honda 50 with a white box on the back
They were called a chicken chaser they’d drive chickens everywhere
And they were only county council men from here ta county clare

Ye’d buy them on the h.p ten bob or a little more
Then you could go the places that ye never went before
Ye’d sit there on the saddle sure ye wouldn’t have a care
And the quare one sat behind ye with the wind blowing through her hair

Chorus

Ah the little Honda 50 boys they were all the craic
A little Honda 50 with a white box on the back
They were called a chicken chaser they’d drive chickens everywhere
And they were only county council men from here ta county clare

The ganger man Jack Murphy he never would be late                                                                                                                                                                                        He’d park his Honda 50 outside the council gate                                                                                                                                                                                       At ten a clock the post man up the road he’d sail
On his little Honda 50 delivering all the mail

Chorus

Ah the little Honda 50 boys they were all the craic
A little Honda 50 with a white box on the back
They were called the chicken chasers they’d drive chickens everywhere
And they were only county council men from here ta county clare

The little Mini Minor and the Morris Minor too
Just like the Honda 50 meant so much ta me n’ you
Ye’d buy them on the h.p ten bob or a little more
And you’d hope now that the boss man he’d garent tore

Chorus

Ah the little Honda 50 boys they were all the craic
A little Honda 50 with a white box on the back
They were called the chicken chasers they’d drive chickens everywhere
And they were only county council men from here ta county clare

“You meet the nicest people on a Honda 50”

Rather than remaining limited to trying to convince traditional bike buyers to switch to a Honda 50                                                                      Honda began a long-running advertising campaign, including the slogan,

“You meet the nicest people on a Honda 50”

 

if you have no influence 

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

All them days ye went ta school ye studied all them nights
Ye proved ta them ye were no foul ye surely got the points
The only thing about it that doesn’t make no sense
You’ll never ever get a job if you have no influence

Chorus

Influence Influence
Your guaranteed to succeed even if your dense
Its all about a bitta clout
Yel get no where today me boys if ye have no influence

I went ta university I worked for five long years
And at the end I qualified a civil engineer
I tried the county council for ta get a job ye see
But the bosses brothers uncles son was better in then me

Chorus

Influence influence
Your guaranteed to succeed even if your dense
Its all about a bitta clout
Ye get no where today me boys if ye have no influence

Me sisters she was very bright n’ highly qualified
She couldn’t get a decent job no matter how she tried
Was then she started courting a TD in the Dail
Now the girl can have her pick of any job a’tall

Chorus

Influence Influence
Your guaranteed to succeed even if your dense
Its all about a bitta clout
Ye get no where today me boys if ye have no influence

Take a look around ye you’ll very soon agree
In any town or village it’s there for all to see
It doesn’t matter if your bright or just a little dull
You’ll get no where today me boys if ye haven’t got the pull

Chorus

influence influence
Your guaranteed to succeed even if your dense
It’s al about a bitta clout
You’ll get no where today me boys if ye have no influence

Influence Influence
That’ll make the difference between the punts and pence
To make the doe its who ye know
You’ll get no where today me boys if habit influence

Influence Influence
Your guaranteed to succeed even if your dense
It’s all about a itty clout
You’ll get no where today me boys if ye have no influence

”And thats the truth”

Tommy Hogans Cinema

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Spoken….Tommy Hogan had a cinema up in Garryhill
The pictures in that cinema are in my memory still
Twas there I seen Roy Rodgers, Kenneth Moore n’ Ben Crosby
Ye’d pay your little tanner the whole of Hollywood ta see

Chorus

Tommy Hogan had a cinema up in Garryhill
The pictures in that cinema are in my memory still
Twas there I seen Roy Rodgers, Kenneth Moore n’ Ben Crosby
Ye’d pay your little tanner the whole of Hollywood ta see

Tommy had a cow house in 1954 He said this milking cows i’ll never do no more
He bought a big protector hung a sheet upon the wall
Then he had a cinema the finest of em all

Chorus

Murphy went to the pictures every Sunday night
He’d always bring the quar one and he’d hauld and squeeze her tight
He’d sat down in the back see the pictures he’d never see
he’d be always trying to put his hand upon the quar ones knee

Chorus

Tommy Hogan had a cinema up in Garryhill
The pictures in that cinema are in my memory still
Twas there I seen Roy Rodgers, Kenneth Moore n’ Ben Crosby
Ye’d pay your little tanner the whole of Hollywood ta see

Now we were all just young lads sittin’ there in the front row
But we knew what was happenin’ the back seat now ye know
If someone started courting and if they made a sound
Tommy’d switch on his big flashlight and he’d shine it all around

Chorus

Tommy Hogan had a cinema up in Garryhill
The pictures in that cinema are in memory still
Twas there I seen Roy Rodgers, Kenneth Moore n’ Ben Crosby
Ye’d pay your little tanner the whole of Hollywood ta see

Now every little cinema in every little town
Lost out to television as long ago closed down
But I can still remember every actor every seen
In Tommy Hogans cinema our local silver screen

Tommy Hogan who lived in Garyhill Co Carlow had a cowhouse at the back of his place and he converted it in to a cinema. It was there at eight years of age that I would go every Sunday with a tanner in me hand. That was a sixpence, by the way!’

The films that I loved to see featured Laurel and Hardy, Mother Reilly and Norman Wisdom.

 

Me Hearty Irish Breakfast

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

(OH) I love me Irish breakfast me hearty Irish breakfast
Bacon, eggs n’ sausages all dancing on the plate
With a lump of jet black pudding and mushrooms by the dozen
A hearty Irish breakfast is the only thing ta ate

Ah I am a long hawl trucker and I often go ta France
A country known for food n’ wine n’ a little aul romance
But when it comes to breakfast in the continental style
A lump of dried bread on your plate would wipe away your smile

Chorus

(OH) I love my Irish breakfast me hearty Irish breakfast                                                                                                                                                                   Bacon, eggs n’ sausages all dancing on the plate
With a lump of jet black pudding and mushrooms by the dozen
A hearty Irish breakfast is the only thing ta ate

I often have ta take the truck and head for Italy
A country full of passion were they love there spaghetti
But even in the morning in Venice or in Rome
Its past the bleedy pasta sure its then I think of home

Chorus

(OH) I love me Irish breakfast me hearty Irish breakfast
Bacon, eggs n’ sausages all dancing on the plate
With a lump of jet black pudding and mushrooms by the dozen
A hearty Irish breakfast is the only thing ta ate

I remember when i had ta go down ta sunny Spain
Ye know that place were the bitter rain falls mainly on the plane
But every single morning before you’d say olay
They’d give you more piella its then you’d here me say

Chorus

(OH) I love me Irish breakfast me hearty Irish breakfast
Bacon, eggs n’ sausages all dancing on the plate
With a lump of jet black pudding and mushrooms by the dozen
A hearty Irish breakfast is the only thing ta ate
A great big lump of fried bread boys is surely hard ta bate

Get the aul pan Johnny

 

How To Do 1,2,3.

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Johnny) Around my part of the country you’d never ask a woman out ta dance
You’d always say to her can I face ye for Mt.Leinster

(Richie) Who learnt you ta dance Johnny

Ah me sister was aulder than me ye see
And she showed me how to do 1,2,3
Ah me sister was aulder than me ye see
And see showed me how to do 1,2,3

Chorus

She’d go 1,2,3,1,2,3 ’round the floor
1,2,3 1,2,3 and miss the door
She’d go 1,2,3,1,2,3 just like before
1,2,3,1,2,3 more and more

Ah this 1,2,3,1,2,3 rang in me head
I even could hear it when I was in the bed
She’d go 1,2,3,1,2,3 just like before
Ah 1,2,3,1,2,3 more and more

Me father wouldn’t let me go to the dance hall
He said your not going there ta hauld up the wall
He says you have no steps in your feet now a’tall
But your sister will show ye cos she knows them all

And then she’d start again lad

Chorus

She’d go 1,2,3,1,2,3 ’round the floor
1,2,3,1,2,3 and miss the door
She’d go 1,2,3,1,2,3 just like before
Ah 1,2,3,1,2,3 more and more

AH this 1,2,3,1,2,3 rang in me head
I even could hear it when I was in the bed
She’d go 1,2,3,1,2,3 just like before
Ah 1,2,3,1,2,3 more and more

I went to me first dance on a Sunday night
I danced with this young one and see held me tight
Says she your a great aul dancers to me
Says I sure me sister showed me now ye see

Cos me sister was aulder than me ye see
And she showed me how to do 1,2,3
Ah me sister was aulder than me ye see
And she showed me how to do 1,2,3

Chorus

She’d go 1,2,3,1,2,3 ‘round the floor
1,2,3,1,2,3 and miss the door
She’d go 1,2,3,1,2,3 just like before
Ah 1,2,3,1,2,3 more and more

1,2,3,1,2,3 more and more
And now i can really dance ‘round the floor
1,2,3,1,2,3 ‘round the floor
1,2,3,1,2,3 and miss the door

(Johnny) Ah i’m not able for any more of it lad I’m not
(Richie) Ah ye may leave it so Johnny
(Richie) But your able ta dance now
(Johnny) I’m able ta dance very well now

The Waltz is a simple, yet elegant ballroom dance  known for its three beat count.

A traditional Irish waltz tempo: 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3
As you step, you should  count 1-2-3, 1-2-3, ‘round the floor

Courtin’ In a Mini Car

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

I had a mini minor in 1969
A little mini minor I was so glad that she was mine
I had a little girlfriend with the skirt above her knee
I loved me mini miner and me girlfriend she loved me

Chorus

Did ye ever try ta court a woman in a little mini car
I tried ta court me girlfriend but I didn’t get to far
Sure I tried ta do what I shouldn’t do and I couldn’t do a’tall
Cos the inside of me mini car was far to bleady small

We went to all the marquees, the ballrooms and the pubs
We went to all the field days in all the football clubs
We went up and down the mountain sure we travelled near and far
And we done it all together in me little mini car

Chorus

Did ye ever try ta court a woman in a little mini car                                                                                                                                                                                   I tried ta court me girlfriend but I didn’t get to far……………………………………………………………………………………….                                                                                                                                                                             Sure I tried ta do what I shouldn’t do and I couldn’t do a’tall……………………………………………………………………….
Cos the inside of me mini car was far to bleady small

On our way home from the marquees we parked beside a gate
Then I tried ta coux me girlfriend into the auld back seat
Then we tried to do what we shouldn’t do and we couldn’t do a’tall
Cos the inside of me mini car was far to bleedy very small

Chorus

Did ye ever try ta court a woman in a little mini car
I tried ta court me girlfriend but I didn’t get to far
Sure I tried ta do what I shouldn’t do and i couldn’t do a’tall
Cos the inside of me mini car was far to bleady small
And we couldn’t do what we shouldn’t do in the mini car a’tall

A Real Humdinger

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Johnny what was the wife like before ye married her?

Chorus

She was a real humdinger she was a country an western singer
I’d see her on the band stand every night
She was a real humdinger she was a country an western singer
She surely was my little hearts delight

Well the first time that I saw her was in Joe Murphy’s bar
She was standing there upon the stage she was playing’ her guitar
Oh she had a lovely fender it was colours white an blue
And when she put her hand on it you’d wish that it was you

Chorus

She was a real humdinger she was a country an western singer
I’d see her on the band stand every night
She was a real humdinger she was a country an western singer
She surely was my little hearts delight

Well she played in all the ballrooms, the marquees an’ the pubs
She got the boat to England and she played in all the clubs
Sure I became her roadie and I drove her everywhere
I even drove her across the ditch one night down in Kenmare

Chorus

She was a real humdinger she was a country an western singer
I’d see her on the band stand every night
She was a real humdinger she was a country an western singer
She surely was my hearts delight

She was a real humdinger
Stay wut her Johnny stay wut her

Well the tax man came a knockin’ he knocked upon  her door
She said this income tax i’ll never pay no more
She hung up her lovely fender it was coloured white an blue
She says ye know now Johnny I think i’ll marry you

Chorus

She was a real humdinger she was a country an western singer
I’d see her on the band stand every night
She was a real humdinger she was a country an western singer
She surely was my little hearts delight

And I loves her loves her dearly  every night

Maggie Murphy’s Melodion

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Johnny will we sing this little song
Aye sure its only a bit of gallery lad

Chorus

Maggie Murphy had a melodion that she bought in Bagenalstown
A lovely little melodion that she got for a half a crown
It was an international it had a lovely sound
And every time she’d squeeze it the boys would gather ‘round

When maggie went a courtin’ she brought the melodion too
She never had just one boy she always had a few
One night she started courtin’ she didn’t do no wrong
But when she finished courtin’ her melodion it was gone

Chorus

Maggie Murphy had a melodion that she bought in Bagenalstown
A lovely little melodion that she got for a half a crown
It was an international it had a lovely sound
And every time she’d squeeze it the boys would gather ‘round

Well she went ta Father Murphy he said Maggie what is wrong
Oh father I’ve been courtin’ this fella for so long
He said I was so beautiful he loved no one but me
But he was only after me melodion now ye see

Chorus

Maggie Murphy had a melodion that she bought in Bagenalstown
A lovely little melodion that she got for a half a crown
It was a international it had a lovely sound
And every time she’d squeeze it the boys would gather ‘round

She went ta the Garda station for ta report a crime
The Sergeant said Maggie your surely just in time
We’ve apprehended your aul boyfriend n’ your aul melodion too
So give us a squeeze if ye please give us a bitta of your

Diddely-idle-diddly-idle-diddley-idle-doe
A roddle-doddle-diddly-idle-dory-idle-da
A roddley-doddley-diddley-idley-dory-idle-day
A roddle-doddle-diddley-idley-dory-idle-da

(OH) diddley-idle-diddley-idle-diddley-idle-doe
A roddle-doddle-diddley-idle-dory-idle-da
A roddely-doddley-didely-idley-dory-idle-day
A roddle-doddle-diddely-idely-dory-idle-da

(OH) diddley-idle-diddley-idle-diddley-idle-doe
A roddle-doddle-diddley-idle-dory-idle-da
A roddely-doddley-didley-idley-dory-idle-day
A roddle-doddle-diddley-idle-dory-idle-da

Me Granny Was A Plucker

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I never knew me granny but they said she was a plucker
Me granny taught me daddy how to be a plucker too
Now I am a plucker an me brother is a another
Were the greatest crowd of pluckers anybody ever knew

The nineteenth of December was a turkey pluckin’ day
She never stopped pluckin’ only for a mug of tae
When granny started pluckin’ there’d be feathers everywhere
Feathers in her pedi coat n’ feathers in her hair

Chorus

I never knew me granny but the said she was a plucker
Me granny  me taught daddy how to be a plucker too
Now I am a plucker an me brother is another
Were the greatest crowd of pluckers anybody ever knew

There’s a plucker here in Ireland he’s a plucker from Coothill
In the Guinness book of records he is unbeaten still
I only wish me granny could have put him to the test
Cos me daddy said me granny as a plucker was the best

There was one little plucking job that granny couldn’t do
No matter how she tried sure she didn’t have a clue
She says she’d get the hang of it but she was outta luck
Until the day she died me granny couldn’t pluck a duck

Chorus

I never knew me granny but the said she was a plucker
Me granny  me taught daddy how to be a plucker too
Now I am a plucker an me brother is another
Were the greatest crowd of pluckers anybody ever knew

She could pluck turkey cock she could pluck a turkey hen
I bet she could’ve even plucked the turkey on the den
Dustin is a divil sure he has an awful mouth
Go’wan now ye good thing ye’d often hear him shout

Chorus

I never knew me granny but they said she was a plucker
Me granny taught me daddy how to be a plucker too
Now I am a plucker an me brother is another
Were the greatest crowd of pluckers anybody ever knew

(OH) I never knew me granny but they said she was a plucker
Me granny  me taught daddy how to be a plucker too
Now I am a plucker an me brother is another
We’re the greatest crowd of pluckers anybody ever knew

Stay wut her Johnny Stay wut her

Vincent Pilkington plucked a turkey in one minute and 30 seconds on RTE television on November 17, 1980.

Despite several attempts by others, no one has improved the Cavan man’s time in the last three decades.

The 60-year-old’s record is still detailed in the ‘Guinness World Records 2011’.

 

The Anglia Deluxe

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Tell him a‘bout Daddy’s Anglia Deluxe lad Tell ’em

Chorus

Was there anythin’ nicer than a Anglia Deluxe
Stylish design an such lovely good looks
A grand cromey strip from the front ta the back
An up on the top was a sturdy roof rack

Me father he had one for near thirty year
For ten of them years he had no second gear
Speedometer hand never passed forty-five
That’s how the aul engine survived

Chorus

Was there anythin’ nicer than a Anglia Deluxe
Stylish design an such lovely good looks
A grand cromey my strip from the front ta the back
An up on the top was a sturdy roof rack

Me father he bought her when I was thirteen
Since then through the windscreen a lot I have seen
The see-side at Tramore n’ aul Glendalough
On the fifteenth of august he’d face her for knock

One day he let me drive the Anglia Deluxe
When I hit a gate post he let out some f***
Are ye cock eye ye blind or can you see a’tall
Ye eegit will ye mind the stone wall

Chorus

Was there anythin’ nicer than a Anglia Deluxe
Stylish design n’ such lovely good looks
A grand crromy strip from the front ta the back
An up on the top was a sturdy roof rack

Me father he died when he was eighty-two
he said me son Johnny i’m real fond of you
I’ve just made me will here’s the keys n’ handbooks
Always look after the aul Anglia Deluxe

Now I have a son n’ he’s just thirteen
An he’s looking out through the same auld windscreen
We’e just changed the oil n’ she’s going like a clock
Next fifteenth of august we’ll face her for knock

Chorus

Was there anythin’ nicer than a Anglia Deluxe
Stylish design an such lovely good looks
A grand cromey strip from the front ta the back
An up on the top was a sturdy roof rack

A car of her age should be home for the ducks
But there’s plenty of life in our Anglia Deluxe

She’s a great aul jallopy Johnny
That’s right that’s the truth a great little yoke

Me Little Zuki Jeep

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I am a happy farmer in me little zuki jeep
I drives it up the mountain for to count me sheep
I drives it over rocky ground I drives it through the bog                                                                                                                                                                     An sittin’ there beside me is me faithful auld sheepdog………………………………………………………………………………..

Beep Beep Beep Beep

Here comes Richie an his sheepdog in his little zuki jeep

I used ta have a tractor but the tractor now I sold
Cos driving up the mountain was so awful cold
Miley said to me one day get rid of that aul heap
He’s says what you want now me boy is a lovely zuki jeep

The zuki runs on diesel I have it in the shed
They tell me that it should be white but I only have the red
The sergeant never dips me tank the red he’s never seen
Because I’m always slippin’ him a bottle of pochín

I am a happy farmer in me little zuki jeep
I drives it up the mountain for to count me sheep
I drives it over rocky ground I drives it through the bog
An sittin’ there beside me is me faithful aul sheepdog

Beep Beep Beep Beep
Here comes Richie n’ his sheepdog in his little zuki jeep

The wife she loves the zuki be the holy man alive
A dangerous ta be with in a four wheel drive
She rev’s her on the corner an she slaps her into gear
When she gets behind the wheel the woman has no fear

Me sister likes the bit a style she lives in Dublin four
She loves ta have the zuki parked outside her door
She has a lovely zuki with a bull bar on the front
A horse box now behind it sure she’s off ta join the hunt

(OH) I am a happy farmer in me little zuki jeep
I drives it up the mountain for to count me sheep
I drives it over rocky ground I drives it through the bog
An sittin’ there beside me is me faithful auld sheepdog

Beep Beep Beep Beep
Here comes Richie n’ his sheepdog in his little zuki jeep
Beep Beep howya yis children Beep Beep how was school
Here comes Richie n’ his sheepdog in his little zuki jeep

Hee Rover he get back in  Hee Rover he get back in 

 

Her Name Was Nellie

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

These are little rhymes that I learnt as a chap
On me way home from school

Chorus

There was a little an her name was Nellie
Stud in water up to her knees
Doesn’t rhyme very well doesn’t rhyme very well
Cos the water wasn’t deep enough

High diddle diddle the cat done a piddle
All over the kitchen floor
The little dog laughed to see such fun
So the cat done a little bit more

Jack n’ Jill went up the hill
That was where he brought her
Jill came down with a half a crown
An it wasn’t for a carrying wate

Chorus

There was little girl an her name was Nellie
Stud in water up to her knees
That doesn’t rhyme very well doesn’t rhyme very well
Cos the water wasn’t deep enough

Jack be nimble Jack be quick
Jack jumped over the candle stick
Silly boy he should have jumped higher
Goodness graceless great balls of fire

Adam an eve in the garden dwelt
The were oh so jolly
I wonder would they be so jolly
If the leaves they wore were holly

Chorus

There was a little girl an her name was Nellie
Stud in water up to her knees
Doesn’t rhyme very well doesn’t rhyme very well
Cos the water wasn’t deep enough

There was a young nun called Vera
Who wouldn’t let anyone near her
When a crafty auld monk got into her bunk
An’ now she’s a Mother Superior

Chorus

There was a little girl an her name was Nellie
Stud in water up to her knees
That doesn’t rhyme very well doesn’t rhyme very well
Cos the water wasn’t deep enough

There was a little girl an her name was Nellie
Stud in water up to her knees
That doesn’t rhyme very well doesn’t rhyme very well
Cos the water wasn’t deep enough
The water wasn’t deep enough

Why Did They Call Me E.S.B.

”This is a song dedicated to the ESB men of 1955”

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Johnny will ye tell us how ye got your nickname?

Chorus

When I was a young lad I had a nickname ye see
They used ta call me E.S.B
What was me link with the electricity
Why did they call me E.S.B

I went ta me mammy ta try an find out
She said run off or I’ll give ye a clout
Determined I set about lookin’ for clues
I had ta find out or I’ed blow a fuse

No matter what I found out I couldn’t see
Why they would call me E.S.B
To discovered the reason was my hearts desire
Why I was named after a high tension wire

Chorus

When I was a young lad I had a nickname ye see
They used ta call me E.S.B
Whats me link with the electricity
Why did they call me E.S.B

This searching’ was getting’ me now where a’tall
So I took the night off at our local dance hall
I winked at this young girl her eyes were so bright
When she smiled at me I lit up like a light

Says I whats your name says she Bridie McNee
But most of the people call me E.S.B
Says I my names Johnny but I’m just like you
Cos every one calls me E.S.B too

Says I dear Bridie now how could this be
Sit down here beside me I’ll explain it says she
Listen now Johnny til I turn back the clock
Then what she told me gave me such a shock

Digging’ holes for poles on the E.S.B
Thats how your daddy was around here ye see

At long last the reason was plain ta me
Why they had nicknamed me E.S.B                                                                                                                                 Now there’s an auld spark between Bridie an me                                                                                                                Who knows there’ll soon be an E.S.B three

Now there’s an auld spark between Bridie an me
Who knows there’ll be soon an E.S.B three

The Rural Electrification Scheme began across the country 70 years ago

Gangs of men would stay in one area for weeks and months at a time

It led to new relationships and even marriages taking place

The local clergy who acted with haste to stamp out temptation of the flesh

Ordered an ESB boss to take a dark handsome young worker out of the parish

As he had become a danger to the ladies- both married and single.

 Me Lovely Yellow Scooter

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I was saving up me money for to buy a motorbike
But I could never see one that I did really like
Then I seen this yellow scooter this lovely yellow scooter
An I knew that great big scooter was for me

Well I went into the showroom an I had a look around
The salesman name was Miley he was down from Aughrim town
He says that’s a quare good scooter there’s not a better scooter
An I’ve been selling scooters now for years

Well the girl that owned that scooter she came from Mullingar
She’d never sell the scooter only her mother won a car
He says there’s not a better scooter a handy wee commuter
AnI’ve been sellin’ scooters now for years

Chorus

I was saving up me money for to buy a motorbike
But I could never see one that I did really like
Then I seen this yellow scooter this lovely yellow scooter
An I knew that great big scooter was for me

There’s no where in the land a scooter like it can be found
If ye want ta buy that scooter it will cost ye ninety pound
He says thats a quare good scooter a very low polluter
An I’ve been sellin’ scooters now for years

Well I bought that yellow scooter an I scootered out the gate
I scootered down the street an the feeling it was great
Sure I never had a scooter like that great big yellow scooter
An I’ve had that yellow scooter now for years

Chorus

I was saving up me money for to buy a motor bike
But I could never see one that I did really like
Then I saw this yellow scooter this lovely yellow scooter
An I knew that great big scooter was for me

Me lovely yellow scooter there is no scooter
Pooter tooter hooter on the scooter i’m away

 

Danoli

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh and Dermot O’Shaughnessy

It all started in Kildare in a place thats known as Goffs
A place not for the culchie’s more frequented by the toffs
When two lads from County Carlow Dan O Neill an trainer Foley                                                                                Knew a winner when they saw one an now we have Danoli

Chorus

Danoli Danoli
Your the pride of Neil an Foley
Your the favourite on the race course
All the punters love Danoli

Olivia Dans daughter decided upon his name
She little realised that the horse would reach such fame
Then Foley Danoli O’Neill an Charlie Swan
When to Cheltenham where Danoli proved he was number one

Chorus

Danoli Danoli
Your the pride of Neill an Foley
Your the favourite of the race course
All the punters love Danoli

The great big crowd in Leopardstown they cheered an shouted loud
When Danoli won the gold cup sure they were so very proud
Tommy Tracey in the saddle sure the horse was bound ta win
With a Trainer like Tom Foley he’ll surely win again

Chorus

Danoli Danoli
Your the pride of Neill an Foley
Your the favourite on the race course
All the punters love Danoli

Danoli Danoli
Your the pride of Neill an Foley
Your style an speed unequal
Your our hero sweet Danoli

Our hero sweet Danoli.

 As a three-year-old gelding he was sent to the Goffs sales in June 1991, but failed to attract a buyer.He was subsequently acquired by Dan O’Neill and sent into training with Tom Foley at his stables near Bagenalstown in County Carlow.

He was described as the most popular racehorse in Ireland during the 1990s

Regarded as “the People’s Champion”.

Among the jockeys to ride Danoli were Charlie Swan and Tommy Treacey.

A Long Lank Of A Loody

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) …Johnny

(Johnny) …Ya

( Richie)…Did like going to school Johnny?

( Johnny)… No

( Richie)…What was  your teacher like?

Chorus

He was a great big long lank of a loody of a man
He had an auld austin it was like a battered can
He was my primary teacher he came from donegal
He was awful contrary an from him we learnt dam all

O every single morning we’d line up again the wall
Then we’d march in a long an up along the hall
The teacher he would strike a match the fire he’d set a light
Then the whole lot of us our prays we would recit

Chorus

He was a great big long lank of a loody of a man
He had an auld austin it was like a battered can
He was my primary teacher he came from donegal
He was awful contrary an from him we learnt dam all

The teacher had a great big fire beside him in the grate
Not a lot a good to us  in the bad row off the seat
You’d be sitting up the front if you were the teachers pet
If ye didn’t do your lesson wut a stick you would be bet

Chorus

He was a great big long lank of a loody of a man
He had an auld austin it was like a battered can
He was my primary teacher he came from donegal
He was awful contrary an from him we learnt dam all

He’d be shoutin’ he’d be roarin’ at us all the whole day long
He’d even start shouting’ when nothing would be wrong
If you were good at Irish he’d be very fond of you
And if ye didn’t understand it try an bate it into you

Chorus

He was a great big long lank of a loody of a man
He had an auld austin it was like a battered can
He was my primary teacher he came from donegal
He was awful contrary an from him we learnt dam all                                                                                                    He was awful contrary an from him we learnt dam all

The Old Dance Hall

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

The old dance hall is standing still its on the road near Garryhill
The doors are open night an day its falling into a sad decay
I walk along its empty floor an I think of all the nights before
Eight lads playing there on the stage the showbands then they were all the rage

The old dance hall is standing still its on the road near Garryhill
Sure I can remember like yesterday them showband lads could really play
The sound of the trumpet an the saxophone the lead the rhythm an the slide trombone
The drummer the singer an a walking bass with the hundred watt amp sure they’d fill the place

The band would call out next dance please
A fox trot you’d be guaranteed a squeeze
You’d offer her a snack an a lemonade
If she said yes you’d have it made

Chorus

The old dance hall is standing still its on the road near Garryhill
The doors are open night an day its falling into a sad decay

But I remember way back Then                                                                                                                                          OH yes I remember way back when                                                                                                                                                  All its lights were shining bright                                                                                                                                            An we would dance there through the night

(Johnny ).,..Them were quar good auld times lad

( Richie)…Did you meet the wife there Johnny?

( Johnny )…I did ye

( Richie))..How long ago was that?
(Johnny) …I don’t know lad an she’d be raging if I tauld ye

Sally Doran’s Nellie Bike

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie)  Johnny do ye remember Sally Doran?
(Johny)  I do well an her great big nellie bike

Chorus

Be the holy man above tonight did ye ever see the likes
Sally Doran sittin’ there upon her great big nellie bike
It was a twelve a clock at night I got an awful fright
But it was only sally doran on her great big nellie bike

At twelve a clock each day you’d see her heading for the town
With rabbits on the handle bars hangin’ upside down
Her husband used the snare em up in knockendrane
He had ta try an make a bob the hens they weren’t layin’

Chorus

Be the holy man above tonight did ye ever see the like
Sally Doran sittin’ there upon her great big nellie bike
It was a twelve a clock at night I got an awful fright
But it was only sally doran on her great big nellie bike

On her way home from the town in her mouth she’d have a fag
An there upon the handle bars a great big shoppin’ bag
She’d with me mammy an she’d come an have tae
She’d say I’m in awful hurry now I better not delay

Chorus

Be the holy man above tonight did ye ever see the like
Sally Doran sittin’ there upon her great big nellie bike
It was a twelve a clock at night I got an awful fright
But it was only sally doran on her great big nellie bike

She used ta have all the news from here an there about
Me mammy used ta always say she had an awful mouth
She’d always try ta stuff ye with lies of every kind
She’d never would stop talking sure you’d nearly lose your mind

Chorus

Be the holy man above tonight did ye ever see the like
Sally Doran sittin’ there upon her great big nellie bike
Was a twelve a clock at night I got an awful fright
But it was only sally doran on her great big nellie bike

Sure I remember Sally on the road day an’ night

Me Father Was A Fairy

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Ah Me father was a fairy me mother a banshee
Thats why when I was born I was a leprechaun ye see
Me father had a fairy bush an a great big fairy ring
Me mother being a banshee would always wail an sing

We lived in the knock in Carrigbeg not far from Ballinakill
An the gallery that we had there is in me memory still
We did no harm ta no one no were no times in our lives
Being leprechauns an fairy’s sure we had so many lives

Chorus

Ah Me father was a fairy me mother a banshee
Thats why when I was born I was a leprechaun ye see
Me father had a fairy bush an a great big fairy ring
Me mother being a banshee would always wail an sing

I remember now the sad night when me mother would start ta wail
Was then we’d knew some crater there healt was going to fail
Ah the night that they would die oh me mammy start ta cry
You’d hear that awful wailing all across the moonlit sky

Me father had a happy life spelling everyone
He done it for the gallery sure he never done no wrong
He showed me how to mend me shoes with a hammer an a last
He shoed me how to fiddle-di-di an how a spell was cast

Chorus

Ah Me father was a fairy me mother a banshee
Thats why when I was born I was a leprechaun ye see
Me father had a fairy bush an a great big fairy ring
Me mother being a banshee would always wail an sing

Now I have a place of me own here in the rocks an stones
An every night I sit down an I rest me weary bones
All around me theres loads of gold in jars an skillet pots
But you will never find it cos i’ll tie ye up in knots

Chorus

Ah Me father was a fairy me mother a banshee
Thats why when I was born I was a leprechaun ye see
Me father had a fairy bush an a great big fairy ring
Me mother being a banshee would always wail an sing

A little fairy family inside a fairy ring
Ye have ta believe in somethin’ lad

No Drink No More

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I’ll never drink like I drank before
No I won’t drink no drink no more
Ya ruled me life now I have feck all
Cos I pissed it all up against the wall

I bruised me face an’ I broke me nose
Oh what I did god only knows
I had good jobs but I lost em all
Cos ye’d rise me up just ta let me fall

Well I feel so bad an I am so sad
All the things I missed cos I was pissed
All the girls I lost they all went away
I even got locked on me wedding day

Well feck the beer an’ the whiskey too
May the curse of all fall down on you
Ye ruined me life an’ I lost me wife
That bleady drink caused so much strife

Chorus

I’ll never drink like I drank before
No I won’t drink no drink no more
Ya ruled me life no I have feck all
Cos I pissed it all up against the wall

Now the bleady wall is about ta fall
Oh mind your head Johnny mind mind mind

Concrete Paddy

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Concrete Paddy who works in London town
Concrete Paddy who lays the concrete down
He works with all the subies part now of the crew
An’ every night in the pub he’ll always have a few

He left his home in Mayo in 1962
To take the boat ta England seemed the right thing for ta do
He met his friends in Kilburn down in Camden town
An’ very soon they had a place for him ta dass down

Chorus

Concrete Paddy who works in London town
Concrete Paddy who lays the concrete down
He works with all the subies part now of the crew
An’ every night in the pub he’ll always have a few

He’s a great man with a shovel spreads concrete nice an’ neat
His hands as tough as leather like the boots upon his feet
The sweat runs down his face his belly an’ his back
A great man with a pick an powerful with a fac

Chorus

Concrete Paddy who works in London town
Concrete Paddy who lays the concrete down
He works with all the subies part now of the crew
An’ every night in the pub he’ll always have a few

It’s that right Johnny thats right thats the truth
A one R B man a one R B man

Chorus

Concrete Paddy who works in London town
Concrete Paddy who lays the concrete down
He works with all the subies part now of the crew
An’ every night in the pub he’ll always have a few

The Farmers Ball 

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Oh Maggie went a dancing’ a ta the local hall
She not a realising that it was the farmers ball
Very soon Maggie little feet they were all bruised
As farmers in there great big boots around the floor they crused

Chorus

Oh Maggie left the farmers ball she went home in a huff
Oh mammy tell me mammy why are farmers balls so rough
Her mammy says now farmers at dancing they were losers
But the reason why there balls are rough theres clay inside their trousers

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     They started leppin’ round the floor an jumpin’ up an down
This was the farmers ball an they were really going ta town
There was al kinds of farmers there with great big hobnail boots
An some of them in waistcoats an a few of them had suits

Chorus

Oh Maggie left the farmers ball she went home in a huff
Oh mammy tell me mammy why are farmers balls so rough
Her mammy says now farmers at dancing they were losers
But the reason why there balls are rough theres clay inside their trousers

Well she went back the next year it was the same again
They were jumping’ round like asses great big grown men
There were porture fags an sandwiches scattered round the floor
An every time the band would stop the farmers shouted
More more more more more more

Chorus

Oh Maggie left the farmers ball she went home in a huff
Oh mammy tell me mammy why are farmers balls so rough
Her mammy says now farmers at dancing they were losers
But the reason why there balls are rough theres clay inside their trousers

Chorus

Oh Maggie left the farmers ball she went home in a huff
Oh mammy tell me mammy why are farmers balls so rough
Her mammy says now farmers at dancing they were losers
But the reason why there balls are rough theres clay inside their trousers

Family Farm Survival

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Us poor auld  Irish farmers our future now in doubt
Thats why we drive our tractors through the street an all about
Farmers here in Ireland are so very poor
To survive upon a farm ye’d want ta be a cute Hur

The greatest Hur’s in Ireland the TDs in the Dail
They really have the farmers backs up against the wall
Joe Walsh he does be talking late into the night
While the poor aul farmers sinkin’ deeper in the shite

Chorus

Us poor auld irish farmers our future now in doubt
Thats why we drive our tractors through the street an all about
Farmers here in Ireland are so very poor
To survive upon a farm ye’d want ta be a cute Hur

Oh Family farm survival thats why were here today
An ta support a farmer ta get a better pay
The poor auld farmer his income is so small
Its hardly worth his while getting out of bed a all

Chorus

Us poor auld  irish farmers our future now in doubt
Thats why we drive our tractors through the street an all about
Farmers here in Ireland are so very poor
To survive upon a farm ye’d want ta be a cute Hur

Were in O’Connell street now lad
Aye did ye bring the dung spreader
I did an its full a shit

The quare ones up in Dublin they really think there great
Only for the farmers they’d have nare an egg ta ate
John Dylan now the president id like ta wish ye luck
Though the quare ones up in dublin really don’t give a

Don’t Johnny don’t don’t say it

Chorus

Us poor auld irish farmers our future now in doubt
Thats why we drive our tractors through the street an all about
Farmers here in Ireland are so very poor
To survive upon a farm ye’d want ta be a cute Hur

Mind the spire Johnny mind mind the spire
Thats not a spike thats a tooth for a book rake
You’d want a quar big bale a hay for that lad
Thats right thats the truth

A roddely-doddely-dah
A roddey-doddely-dory-idle-dah
Stay wut you’re a god one lad your a good one

Drumphea On A Hill

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Drumphea Drumphea I remember ye still
A beautiful chapel way up on a hill
On Sunday we’d all go there ta pray
We never did miss mass upon a Sunday

As a chap I would walk there it was almost two mile
I remember the people they all wore a smile
There were bicycles motors an the odd asses cart
A half hour to walk there from finish to start

Chorus

Drumphea Drumphea I remember ye still
A beautiful chapel way up on a hill
On Sunday we’d all go there ta pray
We never did miss mass upon a Sunday

The priest bought some speakers an a microphone
It didn’t take long now for them ta get going
Sonny Moore he’d be testing one two three four
Then we’d all hear the priest like never before

Chorus

Drumphea Drumphea I remember ye still
A beautiful chapel way up on a  hill
On Sunday we’d all go there ta pray
We never did miss mass upon a Sunday

At a quarter past nine the bell it did ring
Then up on the gallory me hymn book I’d bring
Mrs Ryan played the organ while we all sang along
Great memories of childhood that now are long gone

Chorus

Drumphea Drumphea I remember ye still
A beautiful chapel way up on the hill
On Sunday we’d all go there ta pray
We never did miss mass upon a Sunday

No we never did miss mass upon a sunday

An wed get the Sunday paper off of Stepen in the van

Do ye remember it was great

Me Girlfriends Pussy Cat

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Oh Me girlfriend has a pussy a lovely pussy now
An every time I rubs it a she goes meow
She has a lovely pussy I seen it in her house
I did I seen her pussy cat a gobble up a mouse

Oh you thought it was so naughty but its not a naughty song
Ye thought it was so naughty I was codding all along
Pussy pussy pussy a pussy pussy cat
Pussy pussy pussy so fluffy an so fat

First time I saw her pussy was on a summers day
Her lovely fluffy pussy a lying in the hay
Ah de ye like me pussy its the only one I’ve got
Be gore I do I surely do I like it quite a lot

Chorus

Oh Me girlfriend has a pussy a lovely pussy now
An every time I rubs it a she goes meow
She has a lovely pussy I seen it in her house
I did I seen her pussy cat a gobble up a mouse

Oh you thought it was so naughty but its not a naughty song
Ye thought it was so naughty I was codding all along
Pussy pussy pussy a pussy pussy cat
Pussy pussy pussy so fluffy an so fat

Twas late that night when I got home  twas early in the morning
Me mammy says get into bed me boy ye should be snoring
What kept ye out me mammy says ye know she awful fussy
Says I sure I was only playing with my girlfriends pussy

Well me mammy nearly done her nut come here ye little brat
A chap like you of thirty-two them things should not be at
But mammy you should see it such a lovely pussy cat
A rubbing up against me a sittin’ on the mat (meow)

Chorus

Oh Me girlfriend has a pussy a lovely pussy now
An every time I rubs it a she goes meow
She has a lovely pussy I seen it in her house
I did I seen her pussy cat a gobble up a mouse

Oh you thought it was so naughty but its not a naughty song
Ye thought it was so naughty I was codding all along
Pussy pussy pussy a busy pussy cat
Pussy pussy pussy so fluffy an so fat

Pussy pussy pussy so fluffy an so fat (Meow)

 

I Went To The Sea

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Johnny where did ye go on your holidays

I went ta the see I went ta the sea
I went ta the sea for the sea ta see
Did the sea see you did the sea see you
Well it waved at me anyhow

 

 

OhWhat a lovely place ta be
Sitting on the sand beside the sea
There I was with my spade an bucket
The rain came down an me daddy said f**

Chorus

I went ta the see I went ta the sea
I went ta the sea for the sea ta see
Did the sea see you did the sea see you
Well it waved at me anyhow

Seein’ all the little childer play
Making sand castles on a summers day
Swimming in the sea oh so blue
Splashing about with our beach balls too

Chorus

I went ta the see I went ta the sea
I went ta the sea for the sea ta see
Did the sea see you did the sea see you
Well it waved at me anyhow

Ah and what else happened Johnny

Oh there I was with me brother Mick
Daddy gave us ice-cream for ta lick
Then he filled us up with chips an coke
He sat down an had a smoke

Chorus

I went ta the see I went ta the sea
I went ta the sea for the sea ta see
Did the sea see you did the sea see you
Well it waved at me anyhow

(OH) What a lovely place ta be
Sitting on the sand beside the sea
There I was with my spade an bucket
The rain came down an me daddy said f**

Chorus

I went ta the see I went ta the sea
I went ta the sea for the sea ta see
Did the sea see you did the sea see you
Well it waved at me anyhow

Seen all the little childer play
Making sand castles on a summers day
Swimming in the sea oh so blue
Splashing about with our beach balls too

Chorus

I went ta the see I went ta the sea
I went ta the sea for the sea ta see
Did the sea see you did the sea see you
Well it waved at me anyhow

An I really see it now
Sure it waved at me anyhow
C’mon Johnny your only doting now
Your only doting now

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie)…..Johnny

(Johnny) Ya

(Richie) .. Are ye ready?

Johnny….Ya

(Richie)…Final answer?

(Johnny )… Final answer

(Richie)… No doubts?

(Johnny)… No doubts You start and I’ll join in

(Richie)..Right Johnny here we go

(Johnny)…. And thats the truth

Chorus

There I was upon the telly who wants ta be a millionaire
A sitting opposite Gaybo on a great big chair
Is that your final answer a do ye want ta phone a friend
Take your time no doubts its your choice in the end

The questions are so simple but there tricky now as well
Ya know ya know the answer but its very hard ta tell
Is grass a crop or is it not is scutch a grass or what
I think I’ll ask the audience they look a brainy lot

Chorus

There I was upon the telly who wants ta be a millionaire
A sitting opposite Gaybo on a great big chair
Is that your final answer a do ye want ta phone a friend
Take your time no doubts its your choice in the end

Ah do ye want ta phone a friend yes I think I know the one
If ye want ta get a million a ring your man Ben Dunne 
Ah ye know i’m only joking it’s me mammy now I’ll ring
Cos I know that me mammy ah she knows everything

Chorus

There I was upon the telly who wants ta be a millionaire
A sitting opposite Gaybo a great big chair
Is that your final answer a do ye want ta phone a friend
Take your time no doubts its your choice in the end

I’ll go fifty fifty cos I think I know the one
But now that you’ve took way the two sure the one I knew was gone
But i’m happy an contented i’ve got a right few bob
An I’m glad that Gay at long last has got a cushy job

Chorus

There I was upon the telly who wants ta be a millionaire
A sitting opposite Gaybo on a great big chair
Is that your final answer a do ye want ta phone a friend
Take your time no doubts its your choice in the end

A lot of money for to lose an a quare lot for ta spend

An thats the truth i’d know

 Me An’ Me Grandad

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Me an me grandad hand in hand together
We walk across Mt.Leinster in all kinds of weather
The years have made him older but he’s gentle an he’s kind
ITs the sheep upon the mountain thats always on his mind

Me mammy says me grandad is as old as old can be
Yet long ago he was a boy a little boy like me
He used to play where I play now along the mountainside
But now he sits an smokes his pipe beside the old fire side

Chorus

Me an me grandad hand in hand together
We walk across Mt.Leinster in all kinds of weather
The years have made him older but he’s gentle an he’s kind
Its the sheep upon the mountain thats always on his mind

Me mammy says me grandad is as wise as wise can be
Cos long ago he went ta school a little boy like me
He used ta run an jump an play his hair was full of curls
An when he went ta school he’d play with all the boys an girls

Chorus

Me an me grandad hand in hand together
We walk across Mt.Leinster in all kinds of weather
The years have made him older but he’s gentle an he’s kind
Its the sheep upon the mountain thats always on his mind

He is the greatest grandad an I’m glad that he’s mine

The Castle At Old Ballymoon

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Old Ballymoon old Ballymoon
The castle at old Ballymoon
A place in my memory that I’ll never forget
The castle at old Ballymoon

Me father he brought me
on the bar of the bike when I was a little garçon
That was the first time I ever did see
The castle at old Ballymoon

Chorus

Old Ballymoon old Ballymoon
The castle at old Ballymoon
A place in my memory that I’ll never forget
The castle at old Ballymoon

On our way home from school we’d play there for hours
Cowboys an indians up here in the towers
No hollywood western could ever compare
With the cowboys that I played with there

Chorus

Old Ballymoon old Ballymoon
The castle at old Ballymoon
A place in my memory that I’ll never forget
The castle at old Ballymoon

It was there at sixteen she gave me a kiss
At the back of the inside front wall
She says Johnny ye know now there’s no place like this
An its no lent from Fenagh a’tall

Chorus

Old Ballymoon old Ballymoon
The castle at old Ballymoon
A place in my memory that I’ll never forget
The castle at old Ballymoon

Chorus

Old Ballymoon old Ballymoon
The castle at old Ballymoon
A place in my memory that I’ll never forget
The castle at old Ballymoon

Me Scarecrow

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
O Every year we make them from rags an sticks an straws
He was the grandest scarecrow that you have ever saw
We make a beard a horsehair an we’d stick it on his jaw
Then we’d put him in the potato drills to frighten the jackdaw

His trousers was me fathers with a patch upon its ass
His coat it was me brothers that he used ta wear ta mass
His hat it was me grandads was made out ta straw
A great combination for to frighten the jackdaw

Chorus
Oh Every year we make them from rags an sticks an straws
He was the grandest scarecrow that you have ever saw
We make a beard a horsehair an we’d stick it on his jaw
Then we’d put him in the potato drills to frighten the jackdaw

The birds they didn’t like him of that there is no doubt
They shit upon his hat an circled all about
Me mammy said thats awful the birds should not do that
But every year they’d do the same they’d shit upon his hat

Chorus
Oh  Every year we make them from rags an sticks an straws
He was the grandest scarecrow that you have ever saw
We make a beard a horsehair an we’d stick it on his jaw
Then we’d put him in the potato drills to frighten the jackdaw

The spiders the earwigs the ladybirds as well
The snails an the slugs inside him they would dwell
A little mouse would make his house inside the scarecrows chest
An without a doubt inside his mouth the robin built her nest

Chorus
Oh Every year we make them from rags an sticks an straws
He was the grandest scarecrow that you have ever saw
We make a beard a horsehair an we’d stick it on his jaw
Then we’d put him in the potato drills to frighten the jackdaw

A great combination for to frighten the jackdaw

I Am An Auld Turkey

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I am an auld turkey I get no fair play I’ll end up on the table on a christmas day
You’ll pull out me feathers from me lovely skin
Then you wash me out an stuff the breadcrumbs in
You feed me well you don’t give a feck come christmas week your gonna ring me neck

Oh gobble gobble gobble gobble google google google google
Thats all I can say in defence
Gobble gobble gobble gobble google google google google
Over the hen house fence

The hen house is clean the straw is dry
Everything is grand an I know why
Your giving me an extra feed each day
Cos your gonna sell me an get your pay

Chorus

I am an auld turkey I get no fair play I’ll end up on the table on a christmas day
You’ll pull out me feathers from me lovely skin
Then you wash me out an stuff the breadcrumbs in
You feed me well you don’t give a feck come christmas week your gonna ring me neck

Oh gobble gobble gobble gobble google google google google
Thats all I can say in defence
Gobble gobble gobble gobble google google google google
Over the hen house fence

Your afraid of your life the fox will get me
You’ll take me life the same as he
The fox would love to give me the chop
But your gonna hang me up dead in the shop

Chorus

I am an auld  turkey I get no fair play I’ll end up on the table on a christmas day
You’ll pull out me feathers from me lovely skin
Then you wash me out and stuff the breadcrumbs in
You feed me well you don’t give a feck come christmas week your gonna ring me neck

Oh gobble gobble gobble gobble google google google google
Thats all I can say in defence
Oh gobble gobble gobble gobble google google google google
Over the hen house fence

The First Little Car That I Ever Bought

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Well I went ta the scrapyard a gear box ta buy
A”n what did I spy there with my little eye
I recognised it the minute I saw it
The first little car that I ever bought

The seats were all torn an cover in dust
An most of the body was riddled with rust
But the memories came back in my mind when I thought
Of the first little car that I ever bought

When nancy an me went spinning around
Her father would show his concern with a frown
The nights we went courtin’ the nights we got caught
In the first little car that I ever bought

The beautiful day we became man an wife
Was then we sat out on the drive of our life
Tin cans an aul boots all tied in a knot
On the first little car that I ever bought

Five childer later we still hit the road
With them all in the back well it was quite a load
Sure they had such good times they played an they fought
In the first little car that I ever bought

Well I had it for then years from seventy-two
An I thought it was time I should get somethin’ new
But no matter what I drove I never forgot
The first little car that I ever bought

Now a bit like myself she’s the worst of the wear
She’s lost her colour an over lost me hair
A lifetime of memories an the joy that she brought
The first little car that I ever bought

But theres no way a’tall we can turn back the clock
On the first little car that I ever bought
What theres no way a’tall we can turn back the clock
On the first little car that we ever bought

Nellie In The Deli

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie

Chorus

(OH) Nellie at the deli in the service station
Every little sandwich is a nellie creation
The ham has gone stale she has it for days
You’ll never know the differ when she slaps on mayonnaise

Nellie now the crater she let nothing go ta waste
She’d always mix it up into a salad or a paste
She’d slap it in the middle of the rolls of bread
Use up the bits an scraps thats were her money it is made

Chorus

Oh Nellie at the deli in the service station
Every little sandwich is a nellie creation
The ham has gone stale she has it for days
You’ll never know the differ when she slaps on mayonnaise

Nellie is a good one Johnny
Oh she’s square good you’ll always get a great aul roll out of her

At five a clock each morning nellie jumps out of bed
So many people going ta work now they have ta be fed
There looking for there breakfast or a sandwich for their lunch
An Nellie at the deli doesn’t charge em very much

Chorus

Oh Nellie at the deli in the service station
Every little sandwich is a nellie creation
The ham has gone stale she has it for days
You’ll never know the differ when she slaps on mayonnaise

Chorus

Oh Nellie at the deli in the service station
Every little sandwich is a nellie creation
The ham has gone stale she has it for days
You’ll never know the differ when she slaps on mayonnaise

Nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie
Nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie
Nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie nellie…..

The Health And Leisure Centre

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I eat what I like when I’m looking at the telly
Bags of crisps cans of coke I’m puttin’ on a belly
Then wife said your not gonna sit here for the winter
Cos im gonna send ye to the health an leisure centre

The health an leisure centre thats the place I goes
To lift me arms an bend me back an try en touch me toes
I know me bum is spreading an I have a double chin
But the health an leisure centre will get me back in shape again

They wrote me out a program an showed me what ta do
We’ll put muscles on ye like ye never knew
They had me pumpkin iron did ye ever see the like
Peddling like an edit with no wheels upon me bike

Chorus

The health an leisure centre thats the place I goes
To lift me arms an bend me back an try en touch me toes
I know me bum is spreading an I have a double chin
But the health an leisure centre will get me back in shape again

They put me on the treadmill I broke out in a sweat
I was hardly on a minute when I was nearly bet
Begore I tried the steper it wasn’t easy now ye see
An that yoke they call the rower knocked the stuffings outta me

Chorus

The health an leisure centre thats the place I goes
To lift me arms an bend me back an try en touch me toes
I know me bum is spreading an I have a double chin
But the health an leisure centre will get me back in shape again

They put me in the steam room steam was coming out me ears
The stuck me in the sauna the seat would flow like tears
They brought me to the swimming pool they weren’t finished yet
They threw me in on top of me new an I nearly froze ta death

Chorus

The health an leisure centre thats the place  I goes
To lift me arms an bend me back an try en touch me toes
I know me bum is spreading an I have a double chin
But the health an leisure centre will get me back in shape again

The health an leisure centre will help ye lost the pounds
There springing up like mushrooms in the villages an the towns
Sure I knows all about them i’ve done em all before
An I was still a fat arse an I can’t take anymore

Johnny ye can’t say that
But I am a fat arse I am

All Ireland Ploughing Match

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie)  Every year Johnny
(Johnny) Every year for tree days wet or dry i wouldn’t miss it for the world lad

Chorus

All Ireland ploughing match every year I’m at
With raincoat stick an wellies an I don’t forget me hat
A trudging through the gutter the crowds an the muck
Every one is happy cos wheres theres muck theres luck

Me homeplace now in Ireland is in a Garryhill
We always had great ploughmen an begore we have them still
There ploughing’ with the horses tractors old an new
An the women they plough best of all an ann-mai macque

Chorus

All Ireland ploughing match every year I’m at
With raincoat stick an wellies an I don’t forget me hat
A trudging through the gutter the crowds an the muck
Every one is happy cos wheres theres muck theres luck

The field is like a town with tenths shops an stands
Pubs inside the marques with music from great bands
We came ta see the ploughing before theres much much more
Theres all kinds of sorts of yokes novelties galore

Chorus

All Ireland ploughing match every year I’m at
With raincoat stick an wellies an I don’t forget me hat
A trudging through the gutter the crowds an the muck
Every one is happy cos wheres theres muck theres luck

Young lads like the tractors an the great big four wheel drive
Aul lads love the horse plough reminisce about their lives
Women used ta do the baking always mind the child
Now they can do everything educated young an wild

Chorus

All Ireland ploughing match every year I’m at
With raincoat stick an wellies an I don’t forget me hat
A trudging through the gutter the crowds an the muck
Every one is happy cos wheres theres muck theres luck

Chorus

All Ireland ploughing match every year I’m at
With raincoat stick an wellies an I don’t forget me hat
A trudging through the gutter the crowds an the muck
Every one is happy cos wheres theres muck theres luck

Every one is happy an they don’t give a didley-owe-dor-I-dah

Boy Bands Karaoke

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie)  Johny do ye like boy bands
(Johnny) I do but my grandad doesn’t
(Richie) Why what does your grandad say

Chorus

Grandad says a be the hokey
Boy bands there just karaoke
Their just singin’ to a backin’ track
It’s quite easy when ye get the knack

You don’t have ta be a masculine
If you look like a barbie that’ll suit fine
Ye have ta be a little dear
An you do real well in your fancy gear

Grandad says he likes smokey
Their not singing to a karaoke
Their the band ta make ye rock
Cos  their a part of the real auld stock

Chorus

Grandad says a be at the hokey
Boy bands there just karaoke
Their just singin’ to a backin’ track
It’s quite easy when ye get the knack

You don’t have ta be a masculine
If you look like a barbie that’ll suit fine
Ye have ta be a little dear
An you do real well in your fancy gear

He likes Mick Jagger an the Rollin’ Stones
Rod Stewart Dire Straits the man Tom Jones
He loves the Beatles Fleetwood Mack
He says them fellas really have the knack

Chorus

Oh Grandad says a be the hokey
Boy bands there just karaoke
Their just singin’ to a backin’ track
It’s quite easy when ye get the knack

You don’t have ta be a masculine
If you look like a barbie that’ll suit fine
Ye have ta be a little dear
An you do real well in your fancy gear

One more time lad you sing it

Chorus

Oh Grandad says a be the hokey
Boy bands there just karaoke
Their just singin’ to a backin’ track
It’s quite easy when ye get the knack

You don’t have ta be a masculine
If you look like a barbie that’ll suit fine
Ye have ta be a little dear
An you do real well in your fancy gear

Fifty Years Loving

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

The girl that I love is now feeble an grey
But she’s still the girl of my wedding day
Her voice is so gentle her ways are so kind
I’m glad now that she is still mine

Fifty years loving an fifty years gone
Fifty years sharing with the same old loved one
Laughing dancing an hearing you sing
Such joy an contentment to my life you do bring

Chorus

The girl that I love is now feeble an grey
But she’s still he girl of my wedding day
Her voice is so gentle her ways are so kind
I’m glad now that she is still mine

The first time I saw her at my grannies wake
She was there in the parlour she was cuttin’ the cake
I thought she was gorgeous but she nare noticed me
Til’ I slipped on the mat an I spilt all me tea

Chorus

The girl that I love is now feeble an grey
But she’s still he girl of my wedding day
Her voice is so gentle her ways are so kind
I’m glad now that she is still mine

Soon we were married in the church at Drumphea
I remember it well twas a grand summers day
We all were so happy the sun shone so bright
The colecans kept us awake half the night

Chorus

The girl that I love is now feeble an grey
But she’s still he girl of my wedding day
Her voice is so gentle her ways are so kind
I’m glad now that she is still mine

I’m glad now that she is still mine

The Lotto Balls

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Twice a week I watch me balls bobbin up an down
Twice a week I watch me balls hoping all around
Its all the balls them lotto balls me balls never hop out
Red an green an yellow ones juggling all about

Twice a week I pick me numbers in the local shop
Twice a week I do it sure I can never stop
Sometimes I do a quick pick a scattered all about
But no matter what I pick me balls they never do hop out

Chorus

Twice a week I watch me balls bobbin up an down
Twice a week I watch me balls hoping all around
Its all the balls them lotto balls me balls never hop out
Red an green an yellow ones juggling all about

I’ve been doing aul birthday numbers since the lotto it began
Me mammy says that one day I could be a lucky man
We pick numbers from the calendar a hanging on the wall
But the balls with all me numbers never bob out a’tall

Chorus

Twice a week I watch me balls bobbin up an down
Twice a week I watch me balls hoping all around
Its all the balls them lotto balls me balls never hop out
Red an green an yellow ones juggling all about

(Richie) Johnny
(Johnny) Ya
(Richie) If ye won a million what would ye do?
(Johnny ) I’d tell what i’d do —  Nothing

Chorus

Twice a week I watch me balls bobbin up an down
Twice a week I watch me balls hoping all around
Its all the balls them lotto balls me balls never hop out
Red an green an yellow ones juggling all about

One more time lad

Chorus

Twice a week I watch me balls bobbin up an down
Twice a week I watch me balls hoping all around
Its all the balls them lotto balls me balls never hop out
Red an green an yellow ones juggling all about

One day maybe mine will be the ones that do hop out
Ya

Traffic Everywhere

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Now I tried ta go to work in ta me local town
But I get stuck in traffic I can’t move up or down
Lorries here vans there an cars everywhere
An even JCB’s digging up the market square

Chorus

Oh Traffic traffic traffic ah traffic everywhere
All this feckin traffic makes ye want ta swear
Traffic traffic traffic every other day
All that feckin traffic always in me way

Now people they do quare things when there in a traffic jam
Some people get so angry some stay so very calm
Lads eating fags an yawning an then there nose they pick
While the ladies powder up there noses an slap on the lipstick

Chorus

(Oh) Traffic traffic traffic ah traffic everywhere
All this feckin traffic makes ye want ta swear
Traffic traffic traffic every other day
All that feckin traffic always in me way

(Johnny) I can’t take any more of it lad
(Richie) Ah say three our fathers an you’ll be alright

Be careful of the fella with his elbow out the door
Thats a sure sign of a real bould hur                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            He’s raving at the engine he’s gonna make a burst
An nothings gonna stop him he’s determined he’ll be first

Chorus

(Oh) Traffic traffic traffic ah traffic everywhere
All this feckin traffic makes ye want ta swear
Traffic traffic traffic every other day
All that feckin traffic always in me way

All that feckin traffic always in me way
An thats the truth

 

A Knicker’s Shop

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Johnny
Ya 
Did ye see Maggie Murphy lately

Chorus

I met sweet Maggie Murphy down at the parish shop
She Says ye know now Johnny we should start a knickers shop
We’d sell all kinds of frilly things bras of great selection
There’s a new bra out called a sheep dog bra points them all in the one direction

An how is business Johnny
You should see when Joe Dolan comes ta town
Why what happens when Joe comes ta town

Ah the girls buy loads of knickerses a going to ta show
An when he starts ta singing ah sure the throws them up at Joe
Then Ben now that Joes brother collects them all up now ye see
An the next day at the knickers shop he sells em back ta me

Ah your coding
I’m not its the truth

Chorus

I met sweet Maggie Murphy down at the parish shop
She Says ye know now Johnny we should start a knickers shop
We’d sell all kinds of frilly things bras of great selection
There’s a new bra out called a sheep dog bra points them all in the one direction

Ah TD he came in one day he was so nice an pleasent
He says it’s for me girlfriend I want a lovely present
He bought a frilly knickers not as big now as a hanky
Spending all his money on a bit a hanky panky

Chorus

I met sweet Maggie Murphy down at the parish shop
She Says ye know now Johnny we should start a knickers shop
We’d sell all kinds of frilly things bras of great selection
There’s a new bra out called a sheep dog bra points them all in the one direction

Is there any other kind a bras Johnny
Well theres a new bra out called the JCB bra its makes mountains out a mole hills

Chorus

I met sweet Maggie Murphy down at the parish shop
She Says ye know now Johnny we should start a knickers shop
We’d sell all kinds of frilly things bras of great selection
There’s a new bra out called a sheep dog bra points them all in the one direction

There’s a new bra out called a sheep dog bra points them all in the one direction
An there’s one for everyone in the audience
An that’s the truth

 

Me School Bag Is Too Heavy

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Oh) Me school bag is too heavy an it make some shoulders sore
At half eight every morning I drag it out the door
I heist it up upon me back it weighs me to the ground
Then off to school I stagger down the footpath of me town

Chorus

Oh Our schoolbags are so heavy
There clumsy there always in our way
Yes our schoolbags are so heavy
Why do we have to fill them everyday

Oh me schoolbag is so heavy an I’m so very small
Sure half the stuff inside it I never use a’tall
But everyday i fill it up with books an pens the lot
An when it full I know now theres nothing i forgot

Chorus

(Oh) Our schoolbags are so heavy
There clumsy there always in our way
Yes our schoolbags are so heavy
Why do we have to fill them everyday

(Oh) Me school bag is too heavy an it make some shoulders sore
At half eight every morning I drag it out the door
I heist it up upon me back it weighs me to the ground
Then off to school I stagger down the footpath of me town

Chorus

(Oh) Our schoolbags are so heavy
There clumsy there always in our way
Our schoolbags are so heavy
Why do we have to fill them everyday

Yes our schoolbags are so heavy
Half the stuff we never use a’tall
My schoolbag is so heavy
It’s so big an I’m so very small

It’s so big an I’m s very small

Back Sate Of Me Auld Morris Car

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Johnny di ya remember when we had the morris minor?

(Johnny)There was a great back sate in her lad you start an I’ll join in

Chorus

I was thinking today a auld morris car
An the girls that I drove near an far
Ah we’d hug an we’d love oh heavens above
The back sate a me auld morris car

(Richie) Now Johnny its your turn

Now I found a ring in a halloween brack
An I gave it to her for the craic
Well I gave her the ring then we broke a spring
The back sate a me auld morris car

Chorus

I was thinking today a my auld morris car
An the girls that I drove near an far
Ah we’d hug an we’d love oh heavens above
The back sate a me auld morris car

I asked her that night can I see ya again
On Sunday we went for a spin
Oh the things that we did sure the priest he forbid
The back sate of me aul morris car

Chorus

I was thinking today of my aul morris car
An the girls that I drove near an far
Ah we’d hug an we’d love oh heavens above
The back sate in me aul morris car

Some girls were so quite so gentle an shy
But when they went out with me boy
Oh heavens above the way they’d make love
The back sate a me auld morris car

I was thinking today a my auld morris car
An the girls that I drove near an far
Sure we thought we made love oh heavens above
The backstage of me aul morris car

While – Dadal-Dum

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
Mammy said that santy bring a whidle dadal dum
She did she said he’d bring one when santy he would come
Then santy he brought me a whidle dadal dum
An when I pressed he is belly button this is what he’d hum

I got me little copy book an santy now I wrote
Put the letter in the grate an up the chimney it did float
In the letter I asked santy for a whidle dadal dum
One that when I pressed its belly button this is what he’d hum

Chorus

Mammy said that santy bring a whidle dadal dum
She did she said he’d bring one when santy he would come
Then santy he brought me a whidle dadal dum
An when I pressed he is belly button this is what he’d hum

On christmas morning down the stairs down out to the tree
An there was whidle dadal dum a looking up at me
There beneath the tree me whidle dadal dum
An when I pressed his belly button this is what he’d hum

Chorus

Mammy said that santy bring a whidle dadal dum
She did she said he’d bring one when santy he would come
Then santy he brought me a whidle dadal dum
An when I pressed he is belly button this is what he’d hum

A Willie A Me Own

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Johnny, Johnny did your sister Bridie ever get married?

She used ta with Tony an then she went with Tom
She used ta go with Charlie but not for very long
Ah Bridie was a good court she’d hug ye like a glove
Ah then she met willie twas then she fell in love

No matter who’d she bring home her father would be vexed
He didn’t like the first lad he wouldn’t like the next
The father had high notions a money an a farm
Willie he had nothing only loads a charm

Chorus

She says daddy don’t be silly sure now I have a willie
Now I have a willie a me own
Oh daddy don’t give out an don’t just start ta shout
Willie kelly is the grandest boy about

Our father said Bridie he can have your Willie boy
You’ll soon get very tired of him like your favourite toy
An when ye have no money an nothing of your own
Don’t come running back ta daddy I won’t listen to ye moan

Chorus

She says daddy don’t be silly sure now I have a willie
Now I have a willie a me own
Oh daddy don’t give out an don’t just start ta shout
Willie kelly is the grandest boy about

Didn’t willie win the lotto three million pounds or more
Then he was a welcomed to knock on bridies door
Bridie married Willie now she wears his wedding ring
An when she meets her daddy this song shell always sing
Chorus

She sings daddy don’t be silly sure now I have a willie
Now I have a willie of me own
Oh daddy don’t give out an don’t just start ta shout
Willie kelly is the grandest boy about

An I don’t know why you always giving out

Saturday Night When I Was Small

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
(Richie) Johnny di ya remember saturday night when we were small?

(Johnny) Gore they were great auld times

Chorus

Saturday night when I was small
Saturday night was the best night of all
Stirrin’ the jelly an steepin’ the peas
We all had our own jobs as busy as bees

My job was polishing shoes nice an bright
Me sister would iron the shirts oh so white
The baaby was sleeping as quite as a mouse
An radio Eireann was playin’ ceilie house

Chorus

Saturday night when I was small
Saturday night was the best night of all
Stirrin’ the jelly an steepin’ the peas
We all had our own jobs as busy as bees

Ah mammy brought in the auld tin bath
An put it in front of the fire on the matt
Then she filled it up with water so hot
From kettles saucepans an the auld skillet pot

Chorus

Saturday night when I was small
Saturday night was the best night of all
Stirrin’ the jelly an steepin’ the peas
We all had our own jobs as busy as bees

Ah mammy’ed wash all our hairs an our ears
The soap in our eyes now there’d be so much thers
Then she’d dry us all over an our hair she would brush
Then into the bed now as snug as a trush

(Richie) Johnny ye forgot the guddy
(Johnny) Oh the guddy was a great yoke

(Johnny) A big mug a bread sugar an hot milk
Oh ye couldn’t go ta bed without the guddy lad

Chorus

Saturday night when I was small
Saturday night was the best night of all
Stirrin’ the jelly an steepin’ the peas
We all had our own jobs as busy as bees

Then we’d all say the rosary down there on our knees

(Richie) C’mon home now Johnny
(Johnny) Alright well go make guddy lad

Don’t Throw Yout Little On The Ground

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Oh Ireland now this isle a green
The grandest place you’ve ever seen
To keep it clean we have a snag
It’s called the bleedy plastic bag

Chorus

Don’t throw your litter on the ground
The litter wardens on his round
If you throw your litter on the ground
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound

So watch out for the litter yout
There’s plenty of them all about
Just tell them straight its not cool
A litter yout is just a fool

Ah the plastic bags there everywhere
There blown around up in the air
There caught in skeough an bushes too
Now tis is what we have ta do

Chorus

Don’t throw your litter on the ground
The litter wardens on his round
If you throw your litter on the ground
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound

Ye may laugh haha an titter
But no more now you can litter
Cos in ireland now were on our way
To become a litter free one day

Ah the plastic bags there everywhere
There blown around up in the air
There caught in skeough an bushes too
Now tis is what we have ta do

Chorus

Don’t throw your litter on the ground
The litter wardens on his round
If you throw your litter on the ground
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound

Fifty fifty fifty pound
Fifty fifty fifty pound
If ye throw your litter on the ground
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound

Fifty fifty fifty pound
Fifty fifty fifty pound
If ye throw your litter on the ground
It’s gonna cost ye fifty pound…

The N.C.T. Test

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) How is the car going Johnny?
(Johnny) It’s not going to bad
(Richie) How long have ye her now?

Me car is over ten years auld
Years ago sure I should have sauld                                                                                                                                                            But I But loved me car it is the best
Though i know it won’t pass the NCT test

Oh the exhaust is blown an she’s burning oil
When I start her she blows smoke for a while
I need ta give the brakes a pump
An theres dirty auld  oil leaking from the sump

 

Chorus

Oh the NCT I never pass the test
I love me little car it is the best
Me car is over ten years auld
But I’m not sorry that I never sauld

ould

Oh the wings are rusty an the bumper is gone
I have two lights a bulb in one 
Worn wipers  windscreen the scratch
An neither a the tyres on the wheels do match

Chorus

Oh the NCT I never pass the test
I love me little car it is the best
Me car is over ten years auld
But I’m not sorry that I never sauld

Some times this scrashing noise I hear
The clutch starts slippin’ going into gear
Now its very hard ta close the bonnet
Since the day at the mart when the cow jumped on it

Chorus

Oh the NCT I never pass the test
I love me little car it is the best
Me car is over ten years auld
But I’m not sorry that I never sold

On a journey she still keeps tipping along
I know there a quare lotta things gone wrong
But see never broke down in ten year
I never had a crash me insurance is clear

Ohh Chorus

Oh the NCT I never pass the test
I love me little car it is the best
Me car is over ten years auld
But I’m not sorry that I never sold

Ohh Chorus

Oh the NCT I never pass the test
I love me little car it is the best
Me car is over ten years auld
But I’m not sorry that I never sold
No I’m not sorry that I never sauld

She’s a real chicken house lad
Ya

It’s Called The County Carlow

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

If ya look at the map of Ireland ya’ll see a county fair
It looks like South America but they grow no coffee there
It’s there they grow the sugar beet an I thought i’d let ye know
The celtic centre of Ireland is the county of Carlow

From Borris town to Bagenalstown an out ta Garryhill
It’s there you’ll find the scallions an you can eat your fill
Up along ta Tullow Rathvilly an Clonmore
There all a part of Carlow the place that I adore

Chorus

If ya look at the map of Ireland you’ll see a county fair
It looks like South America but they grow no coffee there
It’s there they grow the sugar beet an I thought i’d let ye know
The celtic centre of Ireland is the county of Carlow

There used ta be a four lakes there long since gone
The Burren the Barrow the Slaney still flow along
Rathanna the Royal Oak an Nurney up so high
An higher still Mt.Leinster a reaching for the sky

Chorus

If ya look at the map of Ireland ya’ll see a county fair
It looks like South America but they grow no coffee there
It’s there they grow the sugar beet an I thought i’d let ye know
The celtic centre of Ireland is the county of Carlow

The little street of Fenagh with the lovely granite wall
Myshall Kildavin Ardattin Clonegall
Ballon Ballmurphy Palatine an Leighlinbridge
Tinryland Bennekerry an all along the ridge

Chorus

If a look at the map of Ireland ya’ll see a county fair
It looks like South America but they grow no coffee there
It’s there they grow the sugar beet an I thought i’d let ye know
The celtic centre of Ireland is the county of Carlow

Over looking Hacketstown theres Eagle hill
Glynn an St.Mullins near Poll Mounty mill
Clashganny Balnabranna Ballinkillen an Millford
Auld Leighlin cathedral an Rathgall hill fort

Chorus

If ya look at the map of Ireland you’ll see a county fair
It looks like South America but they grow no coffee there
It’s a little place called Carlow an I thought I’de let ya know                                                                                                                                             Theres no place now in Ireland like the roads around Rathoe
if your looking for a ramble a that the place ta go

(Richie) He forgot the nine stones Johnnythe nine stones
(Johnny) Ya

ART KAVANAGH 

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

He was born in Borris in eighteen thirty one
Many years have now passed but his memory lives on
He built the new railway and the viaduct as well
An the house he was born in the Kavanaghs still dwell

Art Kavanagh was born with no legs or arms
He could hunt, sail n’ fish Shoot with firearms
There was nothing on earth this man couldn’t do
He could ride a horse an paint a picture or two

He would sail on his Schooner to England you see
To the houses of parliament where he was an MP
He sail up the Thames an go in the back door
A right only accorded to the king now before

Art Kavanagh was born with no legs or arms
He could hunt, sail n’ fish Shoot with firearms
There was nothing on earth this man couldn’t do
He could ride a horse an paint a picture or two

Beside an oak tree sitting there on a seat
As a justice of peace all the locals he’d meet
Settling auld Quarrels and Matchmaking too
There was nothing on earth this man couldn’t do

Art Kavanagh was born with no legs or arms
He could hunt, sail n’ fish Shoot with firearms
There was nothing on earth this man couldn’t do
He could ride a horse an paint a picture or two

Nothing on earth this man couldn’t do

He could ride a horse an paint a picture or two  

Arthur MacMurrough Kavanagh,

He was born with no legs or arms, and yet was an expert horseman, a first class shot, a noted yachtsman, a local Justice of the Peace  as well as a Member of Parliament.

The Battered Sausage

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

I bought a battered sausage inside a public house
And when I bit the top off inside their was a mouse
I was full of porter it I did devour
Tho I did complain to the bar maid that the sausage it was sour

Chorus

Oh batter on the sausages an batter on the fish
Ah batter on the chicken sure it makes a tasty dish
Ah batter on the mushrooms an batter on the meat
Ah better put the batter on to cover it complete

The bar maid got contrary she said thats the best of meat
Agh now says I a legs tail an feet
She says now good man ah what is the matter
I’ll tell ye what the matter is its inside in the batter

Chorus

Oh batter on the sausages an batter on the fish
An batter on the chicken sure it makes a tasty dish
Ah batter on the mushrooms an batter on the meat
Ah better put the batter on to cover it complete

Next time ye go to the chip shop an your making up your mind
Ye see that lovely batter think what inside you might find
Buy yourself a bag a chips you’ll see now what you get
Cos when ye ate a feed a batter ye never know now what you’’l get

Chorus

Oh batter on the sausages an batter on the fish
An batter on the chicken sure it makes a tasty dish
Ah batter on the mushrooms an batter on the meat
Ah better put the batter on to cover it complete

Chorus

Oh batter on the sausages an batter on the fish
An batter on the chicken sure it makes a tasty dish
Ah batter on the mushrooms an batter on the meat
Ah better put the batter on to cover it complete

Ah better put the batter on to cover it complete
An thats the truth cos i’d know

I Was Here Before Ya

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Now I a goes a shoppin’ upon a Saturday
An everywhere I try ta park theirs cars now in me way
I spot a lovely little space a car is pulling out
But when I park me own car this fella starts ta shout

Chorus

I was here before ye he shouted an he cursed
I seen the car a pulling out I did I seen it first
I’ve been waiting i’ve been watching I’m here a quare long time
An the space ye parked your car in it really should be mine

Me mammy says to me now the man he could be right
Johnny don’t a loose your temper an don’t you start ta fight
Be the lord says me ta mammy I’m parked now here I’m staying
Then me poor auld mammy started on the rosary beads a praying

Chorus

I was here before ye he shouted an he cursed
I seen the car a pulling out I did I seen it first
I’ve been waiting i’ve been watching I;m here a quare long time
An the space ye parked your car in it really should be mine

Most people they are very nice they’re very good an kind
But put them in a car park an they nearly loose there mind
They inch an shove an push there way they snarl an growl an fight
An no matter what they do wrong they always think there right

There driving round so slowly their looking for a space
The tension in their eyes an the sour look on their face
Their eyeing every trolley thats heading for a boot
An if they don’t get their way they’ll hoot an hoot an hoot

Chorus

I was here before ye he shouted an he cursed
I seen the car a pulling out I did I seen it first
I’ve been waiting i’ve been watching I’m here a quare long time
An the space ye parked your car in it really should be mine

I was here before ye
No ye weren’t I I was here I I seen the spot before you an thats the truth isn’t that right Mammy
Your man got square contrary as thick now as a ditch
An the woman that was out him was an awful awl ******

 

A Little Woman A Me Own

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

I am a small farmer living here all alone
An I wish I had a little woman a me own
Tom Cruise I wish I looked like you
But the way I am sure i’ll have ta do

Ahahah yeye ahhahhahh see ye

I have a bed made out of an oak tree
It was made for two not just for me
I have yokes in the house since me mammy time
They are square yokes these yokes of mine

Chorus

I am a small farmer living here all alone
An I wish I had a little woman a me own
Tom Cruise I wish I looked like you
But the way I am sure i’ll have ta do

Ahh haha yeye

Me hair is a kinda turning grey
So I got a bobble a dye the other day
Twas a kind of a sorta mousy brown
Be the gore a man I’m gonna go ta town

Chorus

I am a small farmer living here all alone
An I wish I had a little woman a me own
Tom Cruise I wish I looked like you
But the way I am sure i’ll have ta do

Ahaha yeye

I went to a country an a western dance
But the girls that were there didn’t give me a glance
In me morris miner I headed on home
Woke up in the morning in the bed all alone

Chorus

I am a small farmer living here all alone
An I wish I had a little woman a me own
Tom Cruise I wish I looked like you
But the way I am sure i’ll have ta do

Ahahah ye

Chorus

I am a small farmer living here all alone
An I wish I had a little woman a me own
Tom Cruise I wish I looked like you
But the way I am sure i’ll have to doo……
Ya

J0e Soap

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Johnny can the tell me who Joe Soap could really be
He’s a little part of everyone even you an me
Is he someone important Jerry Ryan or the Pope
No before he’s only just an ordinary Joe Soap

Chorus

I reads it in the paper an I sees it on the news
I hear it when the politicians infisize their views
They talk about this Joe Soap Joe Soap in the street
But no matter where we look for him Joe Soap we cannot meet

No telephone the dgrectory has his name on any page
No one has ever seen a photograph to guess his age
The postman with the letter is in such a distress
Because no body no where can tell him Joes address

I told the children in the school I hadn’t found him yet
They said your gonna have ta look upon the internet
Then surfing through the internet now what did I dirive
They said theres no such man as Joe Soap in this world alive

Chorus

I reads it in the paper an I sees it on the news
I hear it when the politicians infisize their views
They talk about this Joe Soap Joe Soap in the street
But no matter where we look for him Joe Soap we cannot meet

We reads it in the paper an we sees it on the news
We hear it when the politicians infisize their views
They talk about this Joe Soap Joe Soap in the street
But no matter where we look for him Joe Soap we cannot meet

(Richie) …Johnny Johnny its quare hard ta find him

(Johnny)… Be gore when he wasn’t on the internet I don’t know I don’t know

(Richie)… Maybe maybe we should try the tribunal

(Johnny) ..Ah no we won’t try the tribunal that’d take too long lad

(Richie) … Ah we may lave it so johnny  .

(Johnny)… I think so

(Richie) ….We may lave it so lave it we’ll so lave it so

(John) ..Ya Ya Ya 

Are The Bin Men Comin

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Johnny did ye put out the bin

(Johnny) I did ya I did

Get your little wheelie bin
An’ put all of your rubbish in
Ye better hurry don’t be late
They’ll soon be outside of your gate

Chorus

Are the bin men coming are the bin men coming
It’s the cry of every woman will the bin men come today
They’ll be looking for your wheelie bin they are looking for your wheelie bin
You’d better hurry don’t be late they’ll soon be outside of your gate

Every thursday there on time whether it be wet or fine
There the men to shift your bin no matter what you put there in
They always have a big hello even if ye they don’t know
Charlie wears his hair so long but the drivers hair is long since gone

Chorus

Are the bin men coming are the bin men coming
It’s the cry of every woman will the bin men come today
They’ll be looking for your wheelie bin they are looking for your wheelie bin
You’d better hurry don’t be late they’ll soon be outside of your gate

So ye wheel your bin back in again
Next week yell fill it to the brim
Where does the rubbish all come from
Will it still be here when were long gone

Chorus

Are the bin men coming are the bin men coming
It’s the cry of every woman will the bin men come today
They’ll be looking for your wheelie bin they are looking for your wheelie bin
You’d better hurry don’t be late they’ll soon be outside of your gate

Ar-de-dori-dori-dah-dorridle-diddle-dori-dah
De-dor-I-diddle-diidle-doddle-diddle-dah
A-riddle-doodle-dah-de-doddle-dah
Ar-de-dori-dori-dah-dorridle-diddle-dori-dah
De-dor-I-diddle-diidle-doddle-diddle-dah
A-riddle-doodle-dah-de-doddle-dah

I’m A Bottle A Stout

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
I’m hardly in your belly till I want ta get out
I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
With me in your belly you’ll be jumping about

They put me in the pudding an the christmas cake
They put me into everything that they do bake
Yer granny used ta drink me years ago
But she never ever thought that anybody did know

Chorus

I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
I’m hardly in your belly till I want ta get out
I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
With me in your belly you’ll be jumping about

If ye drink a bottle a stout each day
They say thats how yell keep the doctor away
Lies or truth its a good excuse
For to get an auld bottle and let your hair hang loose

They drink me at the weddings an the funerals too
They always drink me if they have an auld do
After working hard the whole week long
An auld bottle of stout sure it’ll do no wrong

Chorus

I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
I’m hardly in your belly till I want ta get out
I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
With me in your belly you’ll be jumping about

I know your mammy gives ye good advise
She says that porter it is an awful price
Peeing your money up against the wall
Ah thats no value for here money at’all

Chorus

I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
I’m hardly in your belly till I want ta get out
I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
With me in your belly you’ll be jumping about

Chorus

I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
I’m hardly in your belly tis I want ta get out
I’m a bottle a bottle a bottle a stout
With me in your belly you’ll be jumping about

With me in your belly you’ll be starting ta shout

With me in your belly………… you could get a clout

The Alley Cracker

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Johnny Johnny did ya like rock n roll when you were small
(Johnny) No i’d rather be playing the auld handball lad

I liked rock n roll when I was small
But most of all I loved the auld handball
I’d say stand back give me more space
An it won’t be long till I score an ace

Chorus

I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an then it’d hit the wall
I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall

Yad kill the ball at the butt of the wall
The other fella wouldn’t be able ta play it at’all
Then ye hit it again now short an swift
If your playing with me you’ll have ta shift

Chorus

I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an then it’d hit the wall
I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall

A don’t dilly daddy I don’t dilly daddy
We’re all going down to the hand ball alley

Chorus

I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an then it’d hit the wall
I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall

It’s a quare fast game full a skill
I learnt it as a chap up in Garryhill
Ye’d play three games of twenty one aces
That’tel  put ya through your paces

Chorus

I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an then it’d hit the wall
I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall

I don’t dilly daddy I don’t dilly daddy
We’re all going down to the handball alley

Chorus

I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an then it’d hit the wall
I had an alley cracker when I was small
I’d hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall

hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall
hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall
hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall
hop it on the floor an it’d hit the wall…….

Big Maggie Left Kerry

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Big Maggie she left Kerry in 1952
She had ta lave auld Ireland there was nothing there to do
All she had in her pocket was a one ten shilling note
An she looked so sad an lonely as she sad there on the boat

Her mother said big Maggie make sure an keep the faith
Say your prayers night an morning an don’t stay out to late
Be careful of them London lads you know now what they do
A decent boy from Ireland is the only boy for you

She got a job in London making sandwiches an tae
From early in the morning she was on a woful pay
She met big jim from mayo he was over shovelling tae
An it wasn’t very long until they had there wedding day

They bought a house in London it was a site to see
An very soon jim bought his first JCB
He worked form early morning right throughout the night
An very soon he owned all the wagons of the site

Jim an mags back home in Ireland now they’ve bought a big hotel
An we’re so very proud of them now didn’t they do well
In a frame there hanging on the wall is a n old ten shilling note
Just like the one that maggie had that day upon the boat

In a frame there hanging on the wall is a old ten shilling note
Just like the one that maggie had that day upon the boat
And that’s the truth

Whack-A-Li-Lu

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

We met in a pub just outside a Pert
You looked so beautiful in your short skirt
Your skin was as brown as our barn door
Such beauty in a woman I nar see before

Chorus

Whack-a-li-lu..A whack-a-li-lu
I went to Australia it was there I found you
Says you now me darling now what’ll we do
Says I we’ll start playing with your diddery-doo

One day ya brought me down right to the seaside
I took of me shirt an your eyes opened wide
Oh Johnny oh Johnny your skin is so white
In Ireland do never ever see the sunlight

Chorus

Whack-a-li-lu…A whack-a-li-lu
I went to australia it was there

I found you

Says you now me darling now what’ll we do
Says I we’ll start playing with your diddery-doo

A quar nice girl Johnny
Ah they call em Sheilas in Australia lad

Says I will ya marry me says you theres no rush
You’ll have ta ask me father he lives in the bush
An aborigean man he has rules of his own
But he’d rather me marry than ta be on me own

Well I asked your father could I have your hand
He said a white man the job it is grand
Love an respect her for the rest of your life
An always be proud that she’s your little wife

Chorus

Whack-a-li-lu..A whack-a-li-lu
I went to Australia it was there I found you
Says you now me darling what’ll we do
Says I we’ll start playing with your doddery-doo

Whack-a-whack-a-whack-a-whack-a-li-lu
I went ta Australia it was there I found you
Says you now me darling what will we do
Says I we’ll start playing with your diddery-doo

Where is she now Johnny
She’s gone lad she’s gone
She’s gone
Ah she’s gone looking for her boomerang that didn’t came back

A Teenager In 1968

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) Well Johnny have all the pot holes filled?

I sent a lorry for a barrel a tar
It hasn’t came back here so far
Me shovel handle  broke in two
Oh what am I supposed ta do

Well ya have no tar an ya have no chippings
An ya have no shovel for ta keep it tipping’
So sit down here without delay
An we’ll have a tae

(Johnny) You know what sitting here reminds me of sitting outside a the marquees
(Richie)  In 1968 johnny
(Johnny) ”Thats right thats the truth”    Di ya ‘remember?

Sure I was a teenager in 1968
I had long jaggy hair an the craic it was great
I wore a flarey trousers an great big platform shoes
An a vietnam war was always in the news

(Richie) Stay out her Johnny stay out her
(Johnny) That’s right thats the truth face her for Mt.Leintser

Every one was working everybody had a job
It wasn’t very fancy but it was a few auld bob
They’d put up a great big tent they’d call it a marquee
An we would travel miles out favourite show bands for ta see

Big Tom sang gentle mother he was big round an fat
Dickey Rock sang gorgey  porgey an he was like a lat
Joe Dolan an the Drifters now they played everywhere
An we were all just young lads an we didn’t have a care

Oh I was a teenager in 1968
I had long jaggy hair an the craic it was great
I wore  a flarey trousers an great big platform shoes
An a vietnam war was always in the news

Now teenagers of the 90s no matter what they say
Yer parents  looked up perfect but they were divils in their day
Yer fathers had a mini car no room to court at’all
He often got a better court up again a wall

Yer mother wore a mini skirt miles above her knee
She had inhibitions she was young slim an free
So the next time that ye stay out late an your parents shout at you
Tell em Richie an Johnny tauld you a thing or two

(Richie) Hey Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny heres the boss heres the engineer

We are two loyal council men to sit down here is not a sin
We sent a lorry for a barrel a tar
It hasn’t came back here so far
Oh keep the kettle boiling keep the lads a smiling

Well we have no tar but we have strong tae
And well have a mug today
Oh keep the kettle boiling keep the lads a smiling

Well we have no tar but we have strong tae
And well have a mug today

(Johnny) Hey lad hey lad will ye have a mug yourself

Ballinspittle

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Well a few years ago we were all heading for Ballinspittle
For ta see the moving statue well I went down ta Ballinspittle
Knelt down an said a few prayers and there was no stir
But I felt the better of going down there
And when I came home I wrote this little song
And it goes something like this

Chorus

Oh one fine day I caught the bus an I went ta Ballinspittle
I looked around says I to myself I think its all a fiddle
But the people prayed an the statue swayed
I swear I saw a vision  what I thought was a cod

Help me find me god below in ballinspittle

So if ye think ye’ve lost here soul an god means nothing to you
Call around to a moving statue now thats the thing for to do
Say your prayers throw away your cares an see the good will do you
Sure its all a cod if ye can’t find god like it did in Ballinspittle

Chorus

Oh one fine day I caught the bus an I went ta Ballinspittle
I looked around says I to myself I think its all a fiddle
But the people prayed an the statue swayed
I swear I saw a vision what I thought was a cod

Help me find me god below in Ballinspittle

Well they came from here an they came from there and they came from everywhere
From Longford Tipperary and the county of Kildare
They came from far across the sea they knelt down there to pray
They felt very much contented before they went away

Chorus

Oh one fine day I caught the bus an I went ta Ballinspittle
I looked around says I to myself I think its all a fiddle
But the people prayed and the statue swayed
I swear I saw a vision what I thought was a cod

Helped me find me god bellow in Ballinspittle

(Richie) Oh there ye are Johnny what kept ye
(Johnny) I was down in Ballinspittle with me mammy
(Richie) Ya were down in Ballinspittle with here mammy.. well?

Well I’ve been to lourdes and I’ve been ta Knock an I’ve been Fatima
I remember Ballinspittle cause i was there with me ma
An she had her little rosary beads she bought em in Drumphea
An she swears she seen something there on that summers day

Chorus

Oh one fine day I caught the bus an I went ta Ballinspittle
I looked around says I to myself I think its all a fiddle
But the people prayed and the statue swayed
I swear I saw a vision  what I thought was a cod

Help me find me god below in ballinspittle

What I thought was a cod  help me find me god below in Ballinspittle
What I thought was a cod  help me find me god below in Ballinspittle

Your Local Radio Station

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Theres a new sensation all across the nation
Its called your local radio station
They play real good music pop rock n roll
Country irish and a little bit a soul

If your listening to the radio and your feeling kind of sad
Just tune in to the local one and you’ll be oh so glad
There the station of the people as everybody knows
And there listenership in Ireland it grows an grows an grows

Chorus

Theres a new sensation all across the nation
Its called your local radio station
They play real good music pop rock n roll
Country irish and a little bit a soul

Theres news views interviews right throughout the day
You can pick up the phone you can have your say
Sometimes it brings us sadness of the ones thats passed away
But thanks to them we were there upon their funeral day

Chorus

Theres a new sensation all across the nation
Its called your local radio station
They play real good music pop rock n roll
Country irish and a little bit a soul

Theres loads of information anagrams an quizes too
If you have a problem they help ye through
If you have a special song for to request
Ring up your local DJs and they will do there best

Chorus

Theres a new sensation all across the nation
Its called your local radio station
They play real good music pop rock n roll
Country irish and a little bit a soul

Country irish and a little bit a soul
Country irish and a little bit a soul

Every House Had A Fanners

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Every house had a fanners not so many years ago
Everybody had fanners the fire for to blow
I can still here it rattle when the big wheel you would turn
If ye didn’t have a fanners the green sticks would never burn

Ah when I was just a young lad from school I would come home
And all across the farmers fields I would have ta roam
Gathering sticks and kippenings was my hearts delight
And bringing them home to granny the fire for ta light

Chorus

Every house had a fanners not so many years ago
Everybody had fanners the fire for to blow
I can still here it rattle when the big wheel you would turn
If ye didn’t have a fanners the green sticks would never burn

Aww me mother see rose early just before day light
She’d blow the fanner gently and watch the fire glow bright
The big metal kettle would start singing on the fire
An a great big pot of stir about sure it was our hearts desire

Chorus

Every house had a fanners not so many years ago
Everybody had fanners the fire for to blow
I can still here it rattle when the big wheel you would turn
If ye didn’t have a fanners the green sticks would never burn

Then from her little room granny would arrive
She’d blow the fanners all day long and keep the fire alive
She’d keep the kettle boiling and you’d often hear her say
Sit down there now me good man and well have a mug a tae

Chorus

Every house had a fanners not so many years ago
Everybody had fanners the fire for to blow
I can still here it rattle when the big wheel you would turn
If ye didn’t have a fanners the green sticks would never burn

 

When I came home from Melbourne after all most thirty years
My family met me at the door and there were many tears
Johnny seen me looking were the fanners used ta be
It was then that I remembered sitting there on grannies knee

Chorus

Every house had a fanners not so many years ago
Everybody had fanners the fire for to blow
I can still here it rattle when the big wheel you would turn
If ye didn’t have a fanners the green sticks would never burn

Johnny brought me outside where the dung lock used ta be
But there was lovely roses looking up at me
And there amongst the roses painted oh so bright
Was the faithful dear old fanners sure it was me hearts delight

Chorus

Every house had a fanners not so many years ago
Everybody had fanners the fire for to blow
I can still here it rattle when the big wheel you would turn
If ye didn’t have a fanners the green sticks would never burn

If ye didn’t have a fanners the great sticks would never burn

Johnny Is A Bachelor

 Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus

Oh Johnny is a bachelor and I’d like the tell ye why
He loves an kisses all the girls but he’s quick ta say good bye
Did ye ever sleep with a woman or would it be a sin
I wouldn’t be sure for certain I might’ve dosed off now and again

Well the first girl that johnny knew I think her name was Mary
I loved this girl dearly but her face was awful hairy
One night I tried to court her in me little morris van
But when I went ta feel her leg I found out she was a man

Chorus

Oh Johnny is a bachelor and I’d like the tell ye why
He loves an kisses all the girls but he’s quick ta say good bye
Did ye ever sleep with a woman or would it be a sin
I wouldn’t be sure for certain I might’ve of dosed off now and again

The next girl that Johnny knew her name was little Sue
In me morris minor she knew just what ta do
Every time you’d kiss her she’d squeeze an hold  tight
Suzie was a great aul court keep ye out half the night

Chorus

Oh johnny is a bachelor and I’d like the tell ye why
He loves an kisses all the girls but he’s quick ta say good bye
Did ye ever sleep with a woman or would it be a sin
I wouldn’t be sure for certain I might’ve of dosed off now and again

Well the next girl that Johnny knew her name it was Caitlean
And she was the grandest girl that you had ever seen
When I was in me morris minor she said she’d take a chance
Now her brothers and her sisters are uncles and aunts

Chorus

Oh johnny is a bachelor and I’d like the tell ye why
He loves an kisses all the girls but he’s quick ta say good bye
Did ye ever sleep with a woman or would it be a sin
I wouldn’t be sure for certain I might’ve of dosed off now and again

Well the last girl that Johnny knew her name it was big Maggie
I loved this girl dearly but her hair was awful jaggy
One night she proposed to me beside a bail a hay
That was a year ago and I’m regretting every day

Oh Johnnys not a bachelor and I’d like to tell ye why
He love’ed and kissed big maggie but he was slow ta say good bye
Whats it like to sleep with maggie I asked him with a grin
To hell with all her hundred acres I wish I was a single man again

Oh to hell with her hundred acres I wish I was a single man again

Horsing Around (the burger song)

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

We bought them auld burgers in the town yesterday
We brought them home an had them for the tae
There was six in a packet the wife ate them all
Since then the auld crater hasn’t been well it’ll

Chorus
She’s been horsing around horsing around
Since we bought them auld burgers inside in the town
Horsing around horsing around
Since we bought them auld burgers inside in the town

Around twelve a clock we both went up to bed
She says them auld burgers are gone to me head
She says ye know Johnny i’ll have ta get more
She jumped out of bed an she ran out the door

Chorus
She’s been horsing around horsing around
Since we bought them auld burgers inside in the town
Horsing around horsing around
Since we bought them auld burgers inside in the town

She ran down the street in her knickers an bra
The young lad said daddy whats wrong with me ma
She ran down the street she was in her bare feet
Be jasus them burgers are full of horse meat

Chorus
She’s been horsing around horsing around
Since we bought them auld burgers inside in the town
Horsing around horsing around
Since we bought them auld burgers inside in the town

The priest came a running an the doctor aswell
The guard in the squad car was driving like hell
The wife full a horse meats first past the post
Says the man in the shop she likes burgers the most

Chorus
She’s been horsing around horsing around
Since we bought them auld burgers inside in the town
Horsing around horsing around
Since we bought them auld burgers inside in the town

(Richie) Were is she now Johnny
(Johnny) She’s gone to Cheltenham  lad

John Joe Yer A Good One

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) John Joe Nevin what way are ya
(John Joe) I hear ye wrote an auld song about me Richie
(Richie) I did I did I did listen

Chorus
John Joe Nevin yer a good one the man from Mullingar
Even as a young lad people said ye would go far
Ya headed off for london yer spirits were so high
Ya won an olympic medal jaysus John Joe yer some boy

John Joe started boxing at seven years of age
An showed great potential at an early stage
Ya won three Irish titles before he was thirteen
One day he’d box for ireland one day he’d wear the green

(John Joe) good auld song richie

Chorus
John Joe Nevin yer a good one the man from Mullingar
Even as a young lad people said ya would go far
Ya headed off for london yer spirits were so high
Ya won an olympic medal jaysus John Joe yer some boy

Then he moved to cavan were the training did begin
He boxed all over Europe an he started for tae win
The first Irish man to win two world medal fights
An at the age of eighteen Beijing was in his sights

(John Joe) Keep her lit Richie your a good one

Chorus
John Joe Nevin yer a good one the man from Mullingar
Even as a young lad people said ya would go far
Ya headed off for london yer spirits were so high
Ya won an olympic medal jaysus John Joe yer some boy

(JohnJoe) You any good to fight richie
(Richie) I was great for fighting at the marquee dances
(John Joe) Put em up put em up
(Richie) Ah there good one

He won everything was ta be won but still he had a dream
Ta box again for Ireland on the olympic boxing team
John Joe had a dream the dream it did come true
To represent his country win an olympic medal too

Chorus
John Joe Nevin yer a good one the man from Mullingar
Even as a young lad people said ya would go far
Ya headed off for london yer spirits were so high
Yea won an olympic medal jaysus John Joe yer some boy

(John Joe) I’ll do the aul shuffle for ye richie

The Mulllingar shuffle keeps him lively on his feet
When John Joe does the shuffle sure he’s very hard ta beat
John Joe yer a good one good luck now in Brazil
An bring us back a medal as we know ye surely will

(Richie) Yer quare good one the feet John Joe
(John Joe) Your right there

Chorus
John Joe Nevin yer a good one the man from Mullingar
Even as a young lad people said ya would go far
Ya headed off for london yer spirits were so high
Ya won an olympic medal jaysus John Joe yer some boy

(Richie) John Joe are ye any good ta sing
(John Joe) Not to bad I’ll give it a go
(Richie) Here this one we’ll have a go

A ruddily-doddley-dah
A roddeley-doddely-dory-idle-dah
A ruddily-dodely- iddely-dory-idel-doh

(Richie) I think you should keep to the boxing John Joe
(John Joe) I think you should keep to the singing Richie
(Richie) and thats the truth

Rev’er On The Corners

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

I never had a rally car since or before
Like the mark two escort that I bought in 84
She was all most ten years auld and had seen better days
Yed rev’er on the corners and drive her straight side ways

Chorus
Rev’er rev’er rev’er on the cornes
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideway

Chorus

Ohhhhhh
Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corners
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways

First time that I saw her I knew what I had ta do
Strip her down completely and build her up brand new
She was the square edge version that appeared in 75
The greatest car ever made a be the holy man alive

Chorus
Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corner
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways=

Chorus

ohhhhh
Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corner
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways

Go go Johnny go

Here a good one Johnny your a good one
She’s looking square well now lad
Thats right thats the truth she’s going like a clock

Hey Johnny how about a ride

He has a middleton diamond engine it is a 2.4
With a weeper carborater sure ye couldn’t ask for more
She has a great back axel and brand new coney shocks
A sturdy six speed gearbox that I call the auld dog box

Chorus

Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corner
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways

Chorus

Ohhhh
Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corner
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways

(Richie) Stay out her Johnny
(Johnny) Thats right thats the truth

Go go Johnny go

Chorus
Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corner
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways

Ohhhh go go ohhhh ye yee

Chorus
Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corner
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways

Hey Johnny peddle to the medal

Chorus
Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corner
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways

Ohhhhh

Rev’er rev’er rev’er round the corner
An drive her straight side ways
Ye’d rev’er on the corners
And drive her straight sideways

All Kinds Of Motor Cars

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

 

I’ve had all kinds a motor cars since I was just a chap
I bought them for small money most of them were scrap
There wasn’t any NCT sit in an drive away
After driving all them yokes I’m lucky to be alive today

Then I bought a morris a great auld  morris minor
A be the gore a man ye couldn’t get no finer
She only had just one fault above all other makes
Ye never could depend on them morris minor breaks

Chorus
I’ve had all kinds a motor cars since I was just a chap
I bought them for small money most of them were scrap
There wasn’t any NCT sit in an drive away
After driving all them yokes I’m lucky to be alive today

Then I bought a mini an austin mini cooper
She had all the extras and really looked just super
She had a gold seal engine a rare thing now ye know
An would a front wheel drive she was a woful yoke to go

Chorus
I’ve had all kinds a motor cars since I was just a chap
I bought them for small money most of them were scrap
There wasn’t any NCT sit in an drive away
After driving all them yokes I’m lucky to be alive today

The greatest yoke of em all a be the hokey mack
A volkswagon beatle wut an engine in the back
It was the six volt version with pop up indicator
And had an air cooled engine didn’t need no radiator

Chorus
I’ve had all kinds a motor cars since I was just a chap
I bought them for small money most of them were scrap
There wasn’t any NCT sit in an drive away
After driving all them yokes I’m lucky to be alive today

After driving all them yokes I’m lucky to be alive today

Johnny Barry’s Helicopterr

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
Johnny barry in his helicopter was a lovely sight
Johnny’s in his helicopter nearly every night
He doesn’t go to one show he doesn’t go ta two
When Johnny goes out to a show he’ll always see a few

He flys up to the Hazel to see some singing star
Then down to the Rue Glyn in the copter its not far
Up to the lovely Spring  Hill he’ll fly along the Nore
Then off he’ll fly to somewhere else before they shut the door

Chorus
Johnny barry in his helicopter was a lovely sight
Johnny’s in his helicopter nearly every night
He doesn’t go to one show he doesn’t go ta two
When Johnny goes out to a show he’ll always see a few

The women all like Johnny in the bedroom every night
They just turn on there radio an d snuggle up so tight
He’s playing powerful music all irish old and new
And he’ll find that song before too long especially for you

Chorus
Johnny barry in his helicopter was a lovely sight
Johnny’s in his helicopter nearly every night
He doesn’t go to one show he doesn’t go ta two
When Johnny goes out to a show he’ll always see a few

(Johnny)  Hey mister hey mister can i land here
(Richie)    Mind the fur bush mind the fur bush

Ya’ll see him at the markets and in the record store
He’s always looking for CD’s that he never heard before
So if ye have a little song an you’ve recorded it
Send it in ta Johnny barry an it could end up a hit

Chorus
Johnny barry in his helicopter was a lovely sight
Johnny’s in his helicopter nearly every night
He doesn’t go to one show he doesn’t go ta two
When Johnny goes out to a show he’ll always see a few

(Johnny) There ye go I’m after flying all over the country  I’m over the castle at the moment
And I’ll be home soon for coffee
(Richie)  And thats the truth

Games We Used Ta Play

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
Oh the games we used to play when I was very small
Ye seldom see anybody playing them now a’tall
There was pitch and toss marbles and we’d play the skittles too
With the hop scotch and the rounders there was always things to do

Ye’d pitch pennies at the moties for ta play the pitch and toss
And the nearest pennie to the stone was the first lad for ta toss
He’d put two pennies on a comb that he used ta comb his hair
Then he’d cry heads or harps as he tossed them in the air

Chorus
Oh the games we used to play when I was very small
Ya seldom see anybody playing them now a’tall
There was pitch and toss marbles and we’d play the skittles too
With the hop scotch and the rounders there was always things to do

Me father made skittles from an auld handle of a spade
He’d saw them nice and neatly and soon he’d have em made
He’d draw a circle on the ground and lay them all about
Put Billy in the middle and wed try and knock him out

Chorus
Oh the games we used to play when I was very small
Ya seldom see anybody playing them now a’tall
There was pitch and toss marbles and we’d play the skittles too
With the hop scotch and the rounders there was always things to do

Ya’d have pockets full of marbles every chap would have the same
Scrape a whole out of the ground and be ready for a game
Ya’d roll your marble at the hole too try an get it in
And if ya clear the last one the whole lot you would win

Chorus
Oh the games we used to play when I was very small
Ya seldom see anybody playing them now a’tall
There was pitch and toss marbles and we’d play the skittles too
With the hop scotch and the rounders there was always things to do
With the hop scotch and the rounders there was always things to do

Me Little Jack Russel

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
I had a Jack Russel for fifty years or more
And he’d never would let anybody inside of the door
He was a little divil a woeful dog ta bark
And when he’d show his teeth he was like a little shark

Well he’d wake ye in the morning he’d be barking at the cat
And when he’d ate his breakfast he’d lie there on the mat
He’d be waiting for the postman he’d never let him pass
He didn’t like the postman he’d want ta bite his ass

Chorus
I had a Jack Russel for fifty years or more
And he’d never would let anybody inside of the door
He was a little divil a woeful dog ta bark
And when he’d show his teeth he was like a little shark

Me auld jack russel he didn’t have no fear
If he heard a sound he’d always cock his ear
He’d make ye feel so safe in the bed at night
When jack was outside yet know everything was right

Chorus
I had a Jack Russel for fifty years or more
And he’d never would let anybody inside of the door
He was a little divil a woeful dog ta bark
And when he’d show his teeth he was like a little shark

Well he’d wake ye in the morning he’d be barking at the cat
And when he’d ate his breakfast he’d lie there on the mat
He’d be waiting for the postman he’d never let him pass
He didn’t like the postman he’d want ta bite his ass

Chorus
I had a Jack Russel for fifty years or more
And he’d never would let anybody inside of the door
He was a little divil a woful dog ta bark
And when he’d show his teeth he was like a little shark

A little jack russel a woful dog ta bark

The Shopping Trolley

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
About a shopping trolley I thought I’d let ye know
Ya’d try ta push it straight but it never seems ta go
Ya’d wobble through the car park hopping off the cars
Any one would think ya had a few auld jars

You arrive at the shop put your euro in the slot
Its then ya realise the awful trolly that you’ve got
Ya start ta do your shopping but now your in a hobble
Cos every time ya push the trolley starts ta wobble

Chorus
About a shopping trolley I thought I’d let ye know
You’d try ta push it straight but it never seems ta go
You’d wobble through the car park hopping off the cars
Any one would think ya had a few auld jars

Its like being in a dance hall walzeing all about
Ya get so frustrated ya want ta scream and shout
Ya have ta keep on smiling smile shut your mouth
And hope your temper holds til ye get ta checkout

Chorus
About a shopping trolley id thought id let ye know
Ya try ta push it straight but it never seems ta go
Ya wobble through the car park hopping off the cars
Any one would think ya had a few auld jars

A roddily-doddeky-dory-idel-dah
A roddely-doddely-diddely-idddley-dory-idle-doh
A roddley-doddely-dory-idle-dah
A roddely-doddely-diddely-idddley-dory-idle-doh

Hold her Johnny hold her hold her hold her
Mind the eggs mind the eggs don’t hit that car
I’m doing me best lad I’m doing me best
She’ll be giving out when we go home if the eggs are broken
Hold her Johnny the wheel is gone wrong on one side lad hold her hold her hold her

A roddily-doddeky-dory-idel-dah
A roddely-doddely-diddely-idddley-dory-idle-doh
A roddley-doddely-dory-idle-dah
A roddely-doddely-diddely-idddley-dory-idle-doh

A Great Day For The Washing

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
It’s a great day for the washing just hang them on the line
I hear it on the radio that the weather twill be fine
So get your little pegs and your basket full of clothes
And hang them up upon the lines as the gentle wind it blows

Johnnys little t-shirt and Maggies little dress
Now that granddads passed away theres always one shirt less
Theres grannies knitted pedicoat and her knickers with a patch
And that lovely football jersey we’ll be wanting for the match

Chorus
It’s a great day for the washing just hang them on the line
I hear it on the radio that the weather twill be fine
So get your little pegs and your basket full of clothes
And hang them up upon the line its as the gentle wind it blows

Down behind the shed me sister hangs her wears
She hasn’t got just one knickers she must have a hundred pairs
There’s all kinds of colours pink, yellow,white and blue
And she hangs them up all upside down a quare thing for ta do

Chorus
It’s a great day for the washing just hang them on the line
I hear it on the radio that the weather twill be fine
So get your little pegs and your basket full of clothes
And hang them up upon the line as the  gentle wind it blows

Run out run out theres a shower coming

Daddy has just one shirt that he wears ta Sunday mass
Mammy got it in the sales no bargains can she pass
Mammy has a lovely dress she bought in Bagenalstown
And myself cos I’m the smallest i get all the hand me downs

Chorus
It’s a great day for the washing just hang them on the line
I hear it on the radio that the weather twill be fine
So get your little pegs and your basket full of clothes
And hang them up upon the line as the gentle wind it blows

Not gonna rain at’all lad it twas only jackdaws on the roof
Jackdaws thats all jackdaws

”Pulling Their Wire ”(The ESB Men 1955)

”This is a song dedicated to the ESB men of 1955”

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

They were pulling their wire higher and higher
Higher and higher everyday
They were putting their poles into all kinds of holes
Up and down the byway

Chorus
They were pulling their wire pulling it higher
Pulling their wire all the day
They were putting their poles into all kinds a holes
Up and down the byway

Well me mammy she says she says now to me
Your daddy he worked on the ESB
Me mammy she says she says now ya see
Thats how your daddy met me

Chorus
They were pulling their wire pulling it higher
Pulling their wire all the day
They were putting their poles into all kinds a holes
Up and down the byway

Well me daddy he says he says now to me
Sonny I worked on the ESB
Me daddy he says he says now ya see
Thats how your mammy met me

Chorus
They were pulling their wire pulling it higher
Pulling their wire all the day
They were putting their poles into all kinds a holes
Up and down the byway

Well ta finish me song they were courting to strong
Courting to strong now ya see
Well it wasn’t to long till something went wrong
That’s how me mammy had me

Chorus
They were pulling their wire pulling it higher
Pulling their wire all the day
They were putting their poles into all kinds a holes
Up and down the byway

Chorus
They were pulling their wire pulling it higher
Pulling their wire all the day
They were putting their poles into all kinds a holes
Up and down the byway

Chorus
They were pulling their wire pulling it higher
Pulling their wire all the day
They were putting their poles into all kinds  holes
Up and down the byway
Up and down the byway

The Rural Electrification Scheme began across the country 70 years ago

Gangs of men would stay in one area for weeks and months at a time

It led to new relationships and even marriages taking place

The local clergy who acted with haste to stamp out temptation of the flesh

Ordered an ESB boss to take a dark handsome young worker out of the parish

As he had become a danger to the ladies- both married and single.

 

A Lovely Great Big Field A Beet

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
Oh never again will we see it
A lovely great big field a beet
It was there for so long but now it is gone
And never again will we see it

The field would be ploughed and well tilled
By the farmer who was very skilled
He’d open up drills so straight and so neat
Twas all part of sowing the auld sugar beet

Chorus
Oh never again will we see it
A lovely great big field a beet
It was there for so long but now it is gone
And never again will we see it

As chaps we’d go tinning the beet
With the lovely soft clay on our feet
A half crown for a drill eight drills was a pound
A whole lotta chaps creeping there on the ground

Chorus
Oh never again will we see it
A lovely great big field a beet
It was there for so long but now it is gone
And never again will we see it

In the auld days they pulled it by hand
Most people they worked on the land
They’d pull it and crown it draw it out to the road
Then send for a lorry when they’d have a full load

Chorus
Oh never again will we see it
A lovely great big field a beet
It was there for so long but now it is gone
And never again will we see it

The Undertaker

 

Chorus
The undertaker is the nicest man here in the town
Cos he’d be the last man for ta let ya down
He wears a black suit and he has a sad face
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace

He has a grand parlor at the end of the pub
While your lying in there he’ll sell porter and grub
He’s out ta make money from the minute you die
A decent auld crater but he’s awful sly

Chorus
The undertaker is the nicest man here in the town
Cos he’d be the last man for ta let ya down
He wears a black suit and he has a sad face
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace

His coffins all varnished he says there the best
Underneath all that varnish there just a tae chest
He’ll sell ye a coffin theres no guarantee
Under six foot of clay no one every will see

Chorus
The undertaker is the nicest man here in the town
Cos he’d be the last man for ta let ya down
He wears a black suit and he has a sad face
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace

He has a grand parlor at the end of the pub
While your lying in there he’ll sell porter and grub
He’s out ta make money from the minute you die
A decent auld crater but he’s awful sly

Chorus
The undertaker is the nicest man here in the town
Cos he’d be the last man for ta let ya down
He wears a black suit and he has a sad face
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace

He’s a cute hoare
And the prices he charges they are a disgrace

The Auld Stepping Stones

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
The auld stepping stones they were layed out so neat
Straight cross the river so you don’t wet your feet
They were put there by auld lads so long long ago
All kinds of stones layed out in a row

First time I saw them I was very small
Me legs wouldn’t reach across the stones now at all
Me daddy had long legs with me on his back
He’d fly cross the stones cos he had the knack

Chorus
The auld stepping stones they were layed out so neat
Straight cross the river so you don’t wet your feet
They were put there by auld lads so long long ago
All kinds of stones layed out in a row

Soon I was stepping and hopping across
Avoiding to slip upon the wet moss
If ye stepped on the moss on the stones as ye pass
Ye’d land in the river down on your ass

Chorus
The auld stepping stones they were layed out so neat
Straight cross the river so you don’t wet your feet
They were put there by auld lads so long long ago
All kinds of stones layed out in a row

Now that I’m older across them I hobble
Half ways across some times I do wobble
The stones they are sturdy and the day it is long
If I steady meself I can’t do no wrong

Chorus
The auld stepping stones they were layed out so neat
Straight cross the river so you don’t wet your feet
They were put there by auld lads so long long ago
All kinds of stones layed out in a row

Baling Baling Twine

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Theres all kinds of inventions and some of them are fine
But the greatest yoke of all is a bit of baling twine
Ye can tie up your boots when ye have no laces
Twill hauld up your trousers when ye haven’t got no braces

Chorus
Oh baling baling baling baling baling twine
They used ta call it binder twine in me fathers time
Baling baling baling baling baling twine
Sure the bit of baling twine i use it all the time

You can tie it round the garden gate for to keep the childer in
Tie it round the rubbish bag if ye haven’t got a bin
It will help ye mend the clothes line if the line does ever break
Ye can wrap it round a little tree to tie it to a stake

Chorus
Oh baling baling baling baling baling twine
They used ta call it binder twine in me fathers time
Baling baling baling baling baling twine
Sure the bit of baling twine i use it all the time

Theres all kinds of inventions and some of them are fine
But the greatest yoke of all is a bit of baling twine
Ye can tie up your boots when ye have no laces
Twill hauld up your trousers when ye haven’t got no braces

Chorus
Oh baling baling baling baling baling twine
They used ta call it binder twine in me fathers time
Baling baling baling baling baling twine
Sure the bit of baling twine i use it all the time

Up On Ballon Hill

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Chorus
If your ever down in Ballon they talk about it still
About the dancing board that was up on ballon hill
People came from miles around they came from near and far
Most of them on bicycles they didnt have a car

Early sunday morning the road race would begin
Lads ran along the gravel road there wasn’t much tar then
They ran around the parish for six miles or more
Arriving in the sports field to a tremendous roar

Chorus
If your ever down in Ballon they talk about it still
About the dancing board that was up on ballon hill
People came from miles around they came from near and far
Most of them on bicycles they didnt have a car

At the bultry in the village the bike race would begin
Lads there upon their bicycles great big strapping men
A ballon man upon a bike was very hard ta pass
Especially in the sports field were they raced upon the grass

Chorus
If your ever down in Ballon they talk about it still
About the dancing board that was up on ballon hill
People came from miles around they came from near and far
Most of them on bicycles they didnt have a car

Johnny Keegan was the greatest dancer of them all
He used ta dance at concerts inside the parish hall
Thank god we have auld film of him dancing in the yard
People always say he was a quare nice auld card

Chorus
If your ever down in Ballon they talk about it still
About the dancing board that was up on ballon hill
People came from miles around they came from near and far
Most of them on bicycles they didnt have a car
Most of them on bicycles they didn’t have a car

From The Top Of Mount Leinster

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

When I was a chap I remember it still
Going to school through the fields around Garryhill
Auld lads at the cross roads such stories they’d tell
And me drawing water in a bucket from the well

Chorus
From the top of Mount Leinster to the valley below
Where the Burren, the Barrow and Slaney does flow
Theres Dolmens, Castles, Moats and Blessed Wells
Where history folklore and heritage dwells

We’d fish in the river we’d be in our bare feet
Then to make a few bob we’d go tinning the beet
Potatoes we’d pick for ten shillings a day
Then gather black berries along the byway

Chorus
From the top of Mount Leinster to the valley below
Where the Burren, the Barrow and Slaney does flow
Theres Dolmens, Castles, Moats and Blessed Wells
Where history folklore and heritage dwells

At the ditch in the field we’d catch rabbits in snares
Then with the half hound we’d go hunting for hares
A lifetime of dreams in a valley so neat
A small peace a heaven right under our feet

Chorus
From the top of Mount Leinster to the valley below
Where the Burren, the Barrow and Slaney does flow
Theres Dolmens, Castles, Moats and Blessed Wells
Where history folklore and heritage dwells
Them Great Chevy Sheep

 

‘’Will Ya Have A Mug A Tae’’

Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

(Richie) If you you ever go to Ireland, ya’ll always hear em say 
Your welcome sit down, an we’ll have a mug a tae 
I’ve just put on the kettle, it’s all most on the boil

(Johnny) ‘’Oh I won’t have tae now I’ll have it in a little while’’

(Richie) Ah go on now Johny, y’all have a  mug a tea
 

(Johnny)‘’God almighty no, I’ve been drinking tae all day’’

(Richie) Go on now Johnny, go on, go on,go on.
Go on now Johnny, y’all have a  mug a tae

First ya boil the kettle, then you wet the tae
Let it draw a little while,me granny use ta say
How-uld the tae pot steady,when you pour it out 
Or y’all get a great big dribble, dribbling down along the spout 

Chorus
Me Daughter in Australia, Me son in America
I don’t know what they’ed do, if the had’ent Barrys tae  
Sure I work on the council, an I like’s a mug a tae
I don’t be all that busy,so it helps me pass the day
Spoken
So if ya come to Ireland, up on a holiday 
Y’all get a thousand welcomes, an a great big mug a tae
They’ll ask ya load’s a questions, who you are, and where yer from 
When did ya come over here, are ya staying very long 

Tag…… 
Go on now Johnny, go on, go on,go on.
Go on now Johnny, y’all have a  mug a tae