Does anyone out there remember an old song with the lyrics "Drink round me boys, drink round"? The first line of the song is "If I marry a tall one, the boys will laugh at me, and if I marry a nice wee girl, the merrier we will be." I'm trying to locate this for a friend who wants to record it. He remembers it being song by his father in Donegal back in the 40's and 50's. Thanks for any help. I checked Mudcat and got no hits with the lyrics.
I remember bits of an English song. The Chorus:
"Drink round me boys, drink round me boys
until it comes to me (?)
For the longer that we sit and drink
the merrier we shall be."
I found the lyrics for you in my handwritten songbook from the Seventies. Can't remember where I copied them from. The chorus above is correct. It looks very much like two songs rolled into one. It'll be verses 4 and 5 that you want. Do you need the tune as well?
BTW you can log in at mudcat as a guest.
1) Well here is to the ploughboy who toils beneath the sun
his ploughshare on his shoulder he sings to everyone
He ploughs his furrows gaily whatever the wheather might be
And he drinks his beer daily a hearty drinker he.
2) And here is to the shepherd who tends his flocks by day
His shepherd docks behind him he leads a life quite gay
At evening into the ale - house to drink his fill he goes
With his shepherd docks behind him the beer it freely flows.
3) Here is to the faggot cutter who works at home like me
He starts to work at six o'clock, he quits whenever he pleased
He cuts his wood in fugged bundles he lays it on the ground
He takes a cord and binds it, no better to be found.
4) I owe no debts, I pay no frets, no troubles to my mind
I have no cradles for to rock, no babies for to mind
I'm bound to lead a single life no matter where I roam
So no man in his life can court my wife and I am far from home.
5) For if I should marry a nice-looking girl my friends would me deceive
If I should marry an ugly girl my friends would laugh at me
If I should marry a big girl she'd surely knock me down
And small women are so damned cantankerous as I have always found.
6) Well here is to...., the founder of the feast
May he go up to heaven and there to rest in peace
He'll never find his equal whatever the perchance to roam
So drink up your glass each lad and lass
Tis is your home from home.
(from Yorkshire)
Drink Round Me Boys
Drink Round Me Boys
Does anyone out there remember an old song with the lyrics "Drink round me boys, drink round"? The first line of the song is "If I marry a tall one, the boys will laugh at me, and if I marry a nice wee girl, the merrier we will be." I'm trying to locate this for a friend who wants to record it. He remembers it being song by his father in Donegal back in the 40's and 50's. Thanks for any help. I checked Mudcat and got no hits with the lyrics.
# Posted on June 12th 2009 by moria enya
Re: Drink Round Me Boys
I remember bits of an English song. The Chorus:
"Drink round me boys, drink round me boys
until it comes to me (?)
For the longer that we sit and drink
the merrier we shall be."
# Posted on June 12th 2009 by kuec
Re: Drink Round Me Boys
That would be an ecumenical matter
# Posted on June 12th 2009 by Red Robin
Re: Drink Round Me Boys
I found the lyrics for you in my handwritten songbook from the Seventies. Can't remember where I copied them from. The chorus above is correct. It looks very much like two songs rolled into one. It'll be verses 4 and 5 that you want. Do you need the tune as well?
BTW you can log in at mudcat as a guest.
1) Well here is to the ploughboy who toils beneath the sun
his ploughshare on his shoulder he sings to everyone
He ploughs his furrows gaily whatever the wheather might be
And he drinks his beer daily a hearty drinker he.
2) And here is to the shepherd who tends his flocks by day
His shepherd docks behind him he leads a life quite gay
At evening into the ale - house to drink his fill he goes
With his shepherd docks behind him the beer it freely flows.
3) Here is to the faggot cutter who works at home like me
He starts to work at six o'clock, he quits whenever he pleased
He cuts his wood in fugged bundles he lays it on the ground
He takes a cord and binds it, no better to be found.
4) I owe no debts, I pay no frets, no troubles to my mind
I have no cradles for to rock, no babies for to mind
I'm bound to lead a single life no matter where I roam
So no man in his life can court my wife and I am far from home.
5) For if I should marry a nice-looking girl my friends would me deceive
If I should marry an ugly girl my friends would laugh at me
If I should marry a big girl she'd surely knock me down
And small women are so damned cantankerous as I have always found.
6) Well here is to...., the founder of the feast
May he go up to heaven and there to rest in peace
He'll never find his equal whatever the perchance to roam
So drink up your glass each lad and lass
Tis is your home from home.
(from Yorkshire)
# Posted on June 12th 2009 by kuec
Re: Drink Round Me Boys
Yoo hoo, Moria, are still out there?
# Posted on June 15th 2009 by kuec