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Irish Stew
 
ID: 14445
   Instrumental  
   Vocal  

LabelRoyal
WEB SITE www.royal-records.com
Label information
Grid list of Royal recordings
Number185
TypeSinging Call
Copies1
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
MediaMP3
Artist(s)
Jerry Story (picture)     recordings by Jerry Story

Jerry Story

Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Circle left
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I meet with Captain Ferrell and his money he was countin'

Allemande the corner
Dosado your partner
Allemande the corner of the hall and weave around the ring
Musha-ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my Daddy-o
Whack for my Daddy-o

Swing your girl and promenade
Musha-ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my Daddy-o
Whack for my Daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o


FIGURE    Basic, corner progression

Heads (sides) square thru
Right & left thru, veer left
Couples circulate, chain down your line
Up to the middle and back
Star thru, pass thru
Trade by and swing
Swing your corner girl and promenade
She withstood many blasts
She had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover

 
Lyrics

Lyrics are provided for informational and educational purposes only. Lyrics are
subject to all U.S. copyright laws and remain property of their respective owners.

The Irish Rover Lyrics ID: 2582

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts and she 'stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGirr who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bones
We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrels of stones
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of poor blind horses' hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the mizzens broke out
And our ship lost her way in the fog
And the whole of a crew was reduced down to two
'Twas meself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock; oh Lord what a shock
And nearly tumbled over
Turned nine times around - and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover

Lyrics by J.M. Crofts.
Recorded by The Clancy Brothers; The Dubliners and The Pogues; The Tramps; many others.
 

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