More of the Hard Stuff Album

Artist(s): The Dubliners

Tracklist

Muirsheen Durkin'

length: 2:34

In the days I went a courtin' I was never tired resortin'
To an ale-house or a playhouse and many's the house besides
But I told me brother Seamus I'd go off and be right famous
And I never would return again 'til I roamed the world wide

Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin sure I'm sick and tired of working
No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled
As sure's me name is Carney I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown, that is the Cobh of Cork
Goodbye to all this pleasure I'll be off to take me leisure
And the next time that you hear from me, will be a letter from New York

So it's Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin I'm sick and tired of working
No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled
As sure's me name is Carney I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

Goodbye to the girls at home I'm going far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay
There's gold and jewels and plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I return again I never more will say

Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin sure I'm sick and tired of working
No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled
As sure's me name is Carney I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

Poor Old Dicey Riley

length: 1:41
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pop
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill and as the people stare
She says it's nearly half past one
And it's time I had another little one
Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong
Or lovely Becky Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong
One woman put them all to shame
Just one was worthy of the name
And the name of that dame was Dicey Reilly

But time went catching up on her like many pretty w____s
It's after you along the street before you're out the door
Their balance vague, their looks all fade
But out of all that great brigade
Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

A Nation Once Again

length: 2:44
composer: Dominic Behan
lyricist: Thomas Osborne Davis
When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen,
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland. long a province, be
A Nation Once Again!

[Chorus:]
A Nation Once Again,
A Nation Once Again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation Once Again!

And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shown a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fame,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation Once Again.

[Chorus]

It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark,
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feeling dark
And passions vain or lowly;
For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
A Nation Once Again!

[Chorus]

Whiskey in the Jar

length: 3:01
composer: [traditional]
lyricist: [traditional]
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver

[Chorus]
Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

[Chorus]

I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

[Chorus]

And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

[Chorus]

There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

[Chorus]

And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenney
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

[Chorus]

The Old Triangle

length: 2:02
A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell
And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning, a screw was bawling
Get up you bowsie, and clean up your cell
And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

The lags were sleeping, humpy Gussy was creeping
As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal
And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women
`Tis among them I wish I did dwell
Then the auld triangle, could go jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

A Pub With No Beer

length: 2:28
composer: Gordon Parsons
lyricist: Gordon Parsons
It's lonesome away from your kindered and all
By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the Publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer

The stock man rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up till the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly, "The pub's got no beer"

There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer

Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says, "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer

It's lonesome away from your kindered and all
By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Kelly, the Boy From Killan

length: 2:31
What's the news, what's the news, oh, me bold Shelmalier
With your long-barrelled gun, of the sea
Say, what wind from the south blows your messenger here
With this hymn of the dawn for the free
"Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring, youth of Forth
Goodly news shall you hear, Bargy man
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly, the boy from Killan"

Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair
He who strides at the head of your band
Seven feet is his height, with some inches to spare
And he looks like a king in command
"Ah, me boys, that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers
Amongst our greatest of heroes, a man
So fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers
For John Kelly, the boy from Killan"

Enniscorthy's in flames and old Wexford is won
And tomorrow the Barrow we cross
On a hill o'er the town we have planted a gun
That will batter the gateway to Ross
All the Forth men and Bargy men march over the heath
With brave Harvey to lead in the van
But the foremost of all in that grim gap of death
Will be Kelly, the boy from Killan

But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross
And it set by the Slaney's red waves
And poor Wexford, stript naked, hung high on a cross
With her heart pierced by traitors and knaves
Glory-o, glory-o to the brave men who died
For the cause of long-down-trodden man
Glory-o to mount Leinster's own darling and pride
Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killan

Croppy Boy

length: 2:38
It was early, early in the spring
The birds did whistle and sweetly sing
Changing their notes from tree to tree
And the song they sang was "Ould Ireland Free"

It was early early in the night
The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright
The yeoman cavalry was my downfall
And taken was I by Lord Cornwall

'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid
And in a parlour where I was tried
My sentence passed and my courage low
When to Dungannon I was forced to go

As I was passing my father's door
My brother William stood at the door
My aged father stood at the door
And my tender mother her hair she tore

As I was going up Wexford Street
My own first cousin I chanced to meet
My own first cousin did me betray
And for one bare guinea swore my life away

As I was walking up Wexford Hill
Who could blame me to cry my fill?
I looked behind, and I looked before
But my aged mother I shall see no more

And as I mounted the platform high
My aged father was standing by
My aged father did me deny
And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy

It was in Dungannon this young man died
And in Dungannon his body lies
And you good people that do pass by
Oh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy

Sullivan John

length: 3:20
Oh Sullivan's John, to the road you've gone, far away from your native home.
You've gone with the tinker's daughter, for along the road to roam.
Ah Sullivan's John you won't stick it long, till your belly will soon get slack,
As you roam the road with a mighty load, and a tool box on your back.

I met Katy Caffey and a neat baby all behind on her back strapped on,
She's an old ash plant all in her hands, for to drive her donkey on
Enquiring every farmer`s house, as along the road she passed,
Oh where would she get an old pot to mend, and where would she get an a__.

There's a hairy a__ fair in the County Clare. in a place they call Spancil Hill,
Where my brother James got a rap o'er the hanes, and poor Paddy they tried to kill.
They loaded him up in an a__ and cart, for along the road to go,
Oh bad luck to the day that I went away, to join with the tinker`s band.

Come and Join the British Army

length: 1:21
When I was young I used to be
As fine a man as ever you'd see
And the Prince of Wales he said to me
'Come And Join The British Army'

Toora loora loora loo
They're looking for monkeys up in the zoo
And says one if I had a face like you
I'd join the British army

Sarrah came and baked the cake
And sold for poor old Stafely's sake
So I'll throw myself into the lake
Pretending I was barmy

Toora loora loora loo
What make me mind up what to do?
Now I'll work me ticket home to you
And [?] the British army

Sergeant Healy went away
And his wife got in the family way
And the only words that she could say
Was 'Blame the British army'

Toora loora loora loo
Me curse upon the Labour too
That took me darling boy from me
To join the British army

Corporal Sheane has a terrible mouth
Just give him a couple o' jars of stout
And he'll ate the enemy with his mouth
And save the British army

Toora loora loora loo
What made me mind up what to do?
Now I'll work me ticket home to you
And [?] the British army

The Herring

length: 4:55

Mormon Braes

length: 2:44
Fare thee well ye Mormon Braes, where oft times I been cheery
Fare thee well ye Mormon Braes for it's there I lost my dearie

As I went in by Strichen toon I heard a fair maid mournin'
She was makin' sair complaint for her true love ne'er returnin'

There's many a horse has slipped an' fell and risen again right early
There's many a lass has lost her lad an' gotten another right rarely

There's as guid fish intae the sea as ever yet were taken
I'll cast my nets an' try again for I'm only once forsaken

So I'll put on my gown o' green, it's a forsaken token
An' that will let the young lads know that the bonds of love are broken

So I'll gang back to Strichen toon, where I was bred an' born in
And I will get me another young lad to marry me in the mornin'

Drink It Up Men

length: 2:05
writer: B. Meek, CiarĂ¡n Bourke, Luke Kelly, Barney McKenna, John Sheahan, Ronnie Drew
At the pub at the crossroads there's whiskey and beer
There's brandy, strong cognac that's aging for years
But for killing the thirst and for easing the gout
There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout
Drink it up men it's long after ten

At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray
There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay
Going up in the morning I wore out me shoes
Going up to the cross for the best of good booze
Drink it up men it's long after ten

Some folk's o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others the swear by the juice of the vine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top
Drink it up men it's long after ten

I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then mister and pour me one more
If I can't drink it up, then throw me out the door
Drink it up men it's long after ten

It's Guinness's porter that has me this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger then tea
And when in the morning I feel kind a rough
Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff
Drink it up men it's long after ten
Drink it up men it's long after ten

Maloney Wants a Drink

length: 2:16
(D. Behan)
When Eve was in the garden, Adam climbed an apple tree,
He went aloft up to the top, to see what he could see.
He gazed in awe of what he saw, it made the poor man grieve.
For Patrick John Maloney stood there, whispering to Eve...
"Ah kiss me love, and miss me love
And dry your bitter tears.
My loving you'll remember now
For many, many years.
Be happy love, be satisfied, I left you in the pink.
There's many a man that wants a bride.
Maloney wants a drink."
Salome danced for Paddy, taking off her seven veils.
Salome said, "Maloney, that's a trick that never fails."
Malone put Salome's oily clothing in a sack.
"I'll run along now to the pawn, and bring your bundle back."
"Ah kiss me love, and miss me love
And dry your bitter tears.
My loving you'll remember now
For many, many years.
Be happy love, be satisfied, I left you in the pink.
There's many a man that wants a bride.
Maloney wants a drink."
From London to Nebraska, and from Glasgow to Hong Kong,
From Cardiff to Alaska, from Peking to Saigon,
Wherever girls are lonely, I know that in his role,
It's there you'll find Maloney, a waiting to console...
"Ah kiss me love, and miss me love
And dry your bitter tears.
My loving you'll remember now
For many, many years.
Be happy love, be satisfied, I left you in the pink.
There's many a man that wants a bride.
Maloney wants a drink."