Bl*ack V*lv*t B*nd, W*ld R*v*r, F**lds of *th*nry, I'm afraid. I'll tell me Ma preceded by Jenny Linn (wacky but a bit o' fun). Sober Men of Plenty with Lark in the Morning tagged on the end - we all like that. We've been known to do Raggle Taggle Gypsy, Good Ship Kangaroo and Jolly Beggar exactly a la Planxty. Plus a few bluegrassy songs . Not very many songs in one evening. Mostly choons.
My own:
Rocky Road to Dublin
Lanigan's Ball
Galway Races
Women from Wexford (Tippin it upto Nancy)
The Parting Glass
Galway Shawl
Follow me up to Carlow
Peigin Litir Mor
An Poc ar Buile
Let's Dance (D. Bowie)
Walking Stick (I. Berlin)
et al
---
The others:
My own home is Rossroe - local song
In my father's house
Sweet Sixteen
Red River Valley
.... loads more
Isle of Hope
Woman's Heart
Christmas in the Trenches
Green Fields of France
Though I loved the Ground
Mull of Kintyre
Minstrel Boy
Carrickfergus
Green Grow the Rushes
Fields of Athenry
Black is the Color
Maid Who Sold Her Barley
Mingulay
Paddy's Welcome Home
Hard Times Come Again No More
Rocky Road to Dublin
She Moved Through the Fair
Song For Ireland
The Water is Wide
Anything can be sung at a session, although it is probably best not to sing the type of ballad that is heard far too often these days( Fields of Ath***y etc...). There is a feeling amongst some singers that trad players are snobby towards songs, I have found quite the opposite, if you are willing to dig out less well know songs and try putting your own twist, and a bit of work into them, then most people will appreciate the effort that you have made, and if they still don't listen, then tell them to get f*cked!
By chance I just stumbled on this link. http://www.geocities.com/celticlyricscorner
It has a number of song lyrics & discography.
I am not a singer but have been looking for the recording of a particular song for about a month.
Thanks for the responses, everyone.
Yes, I'm aware of Mudcat but the point of the post was to find out what people in here were getting up to, not researching songs as such. I was just interested in what is sung in sessions around the globe and it's an interesting mix I see.
Eoin, having been at a session when someone has actually said that, the resulting pain for all is simply not worth it and detracts from the beauty of making music.
I find it interesting to note there aren't many songs in the Irish language listed. (Mind you, I've spotted Peggy Lettermore and that song in full vent is just brilliant).
Show, it would appear you've frightened your wife *lol* She's after changing her name to Sneezing Little Boy. Is there something we should know? Haha!
My name is David Trimble I'm nifty, neat and nimble
On my backside I've a pimple that festers in July
I can scratch it, I can squeeze it with ointment I can grease it
But the only way to ease it is to go marching with the boys
It's just a little orange pimple, so soft and cute and simple
Harmless as a dimple, until the marching season comes
It swells with inflammation causing irritation
How can I sit in negotiations with a pimple on my bum.
I met my loyal Bretheren, a most unhappy gathering
In the sunshine they were sweltering in the churchyard of Drumcree
To march to Ballyoran with drums and banners blowing
They had been stopped from going by the loyal R.U.C
And my little Orange pimple grew as hard as any thimble
It was ringing like a cymbal and throbbing like a drum
It swelled with inflammation causing irritation
How could I sit in negotiations with a pimple on me bum
Say I to Sir Hugh Ainsley, 'No matter what your plans may be
And whatever Rupublicans may say this march must be allowed'
Says he 'Don't mind their blether, sit back and enjoy the weather
And we'll all march down together when we get a better crowd'
And my little Orange pimple grew as hard as any thimble
It was ringing like a cymbal and throbbing like a drum
It swelled with inflammation causing irritation
How could I sit in negotiations with a pimple on me bum
The people of Garvaghey, you couldn't keep them happy
There were some of them shouting 'Tiocfaidh' though they never say a hen
With the R.U.C before us, their batons waving o'er us
We all sang in a chorus, 'happy days are here again'
And my little Orange pimple grew as hard as any thimble
It was ringing like a cymbal and throbbing like a drum
It swelled with inflammation causing irritation
How could I sit in negotiations with a pimple on me bum
Here's a health to Paddy Mayhew, Hugh Ainsley and his gay crew
They showed us what we may do whenever we feel inclined
With them to fight our battles, we'll let our drumbeats rattle
And give each a Drumcree medal with the spelling right this time
And my little Orange pimple grew as hard as any thimble
It was ringing like a cymbal and throbbing like a drum
It swelled with inflammation causing irritation
How could I sit in negotiations with a pimple on me bum
My name is David Trimble, I was nifty neat and nimble
My little Orange pimple has grown into a boil
Now I dare not squeeze or scratch it or in any way detach it
For I know I'm for the hatchet if I seem to be disloyal.
And my little Orange pimple, so soft and cute and simple
Harmless as a dimple, until the marching season comes
It swells with inflammation causing irritation
How can I sit in negotiations with a pimple on my bum
and this (when I'm drunk enough, but not too drunk so as I'd forget all the words):
The Muckin' o' Geordie's Byre
At a relic aul' croft upon the hill,
Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill,
Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill
Lived Geordie MacIntyre.
He had a wife a swir's himsel'
An' a daughter as black's auld Nick himsel',
There wis some fun-haud awa' the smell
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
Chorus:
For the graim was tint, the besom was deen,
The barra widna row its leen,
An' siccan a soss it never was seen
At the muckin' o Geordie's byre.
For the daughter had to strae and neep
The auld wife started to swipe the greep
When Geordie fell sklite on a rotten neep
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
Ben the greep cam' Geordie's soo
She stood up ahint the coo
The coo kickit oot an' o whit a stew
At the muckin' o' Geordies byre.
For the aul' wife she was booin' doon
The soo was kickit on the croon
It shoved her heid in the wifie's goon
Then ben through Geordie's byre.
Chorus:
The daughter cam thro the barn door
An' seein' her mother let ooot a roar,
To the midden she ran an' fel ower the boar
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
For the boar he lap the midden dyke
An' ower the riggs wi' Geordie's tyke.
They baith ran intill a bumbee's byke
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
Chorus:
O a hunder' years are passed an' mair
Whaur Sprottie's wis, the hill is bare;
The croft's awa' sae ye'll see nae mair
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
His folks a' deid an' awa' lang syne-
In case his memory we should tyne,
Whistle this tune tae keep ye in min'
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre!
BTW, I copied and pasted both of those. In real life there would always be a verse or two missing somewhere. That said, I haven't sung any of them, or any others, for a couple of years.
On reflection over the years I have heard just about every kind of song sang at a session, even Blue Suede Shoes comes to mind. I don't mind the odd song, and not being a singer myself, I often throw the a Recitation (I know a lot of them) into the mix. However, I can never understand why some people find a session an excellent occasion to proclaim their politics by singing rebel songs. The kind of fist in the air Rebel Songs. What's the music got to do with politics ??? Lastly, when I hear that someone is determined to slaughter 'Wille McBride' into my earhole I always think of the shortest sentence in the bible....Jesus Wept. Worst still, when they expect you to accompany them. Thank God I'm at the age where I can fend a heart attack, and the "I'm sorry I've just got to get some fresh air" excuse.
Some of what I pasted for
The Muckin O'Geordie's byre is slightly wrong - it should read like this:
Chorus:
For the graip was tint, the besom was dee'n,
The barra widna row its leen,
An' siccan a soss it never waes seen
At the muckin' o Geordie's byre.
For the daughter had to strae and neep
The auld wife started to swipe the greep
When Geordie fell sklipe! on a rotten neep
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
Songs at a sesh
Songs at a sesh
Those of ye who are regular sessioneers, which songs do you find are sung (if at all)?
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by UncleNobby'sSteamboat
Re: Songs at a sesh
All the songs I ever heard were sung.
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by Lingpupa
Re: Songs at a sesh
I'm always asked to sing 'the Dutchman'
Other songs that are often sung include;
The town I loved so well
Mo Ghile Mear
The Boys of the old Brigade
The Streets of NewYork
Simplicity
Caledonia
The town of Ballybay
.... i'll think of more... its early
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by session savage
Re: Songs at a sesh
Bl*ack V*lv*t B*nd, W*ld R*v*r, F**lds of *th*nry, I'm afraid. I'll tell me Ma preceded by Jenny Linn (wacky but a bit o' fun). Sober Men of Plenty with Lark in the Morning tagged on the end - we all like that. We've been known to do Raggle Taggle Gypsy, Good Ship Kangaroo and Jolly Beggar exactly a la Planxty. Plus a few bluegrassy songs . Not very many songs in one evening. Mostly choons.
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by Steve Shaw
Re: Songs at a sesh
Steamboat - if you line one up, someone's sure to knock it down.
Good shot Red Queen. Are you my wife in lurk mode? she calls herself Red Queen in her email address.
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by showaddydadito
Re: Songs at a sesh
My own:
Rocky Road to Dublin
Lanigan's Ball
Galway Races
Women from Wexford (Tippin it upto Nancy)
The Parting Glass
Galway Shawl
Follow me up to Carlow
Peigin Litir Mor
An Poc ar Buile
Let's Dance (D. Bowie)
Walking Stick (I. Berlin)
et al
---
The others:
My own home is Rossroe - local song
In my father's house
Sweet Sixteen
Red River Valley
.... loads more
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by RockyRoader
Re: Songs at a sesh
Nobby, have you had a look at Mudcat? They have a huge database of songs:
http://www.mudcat.org/
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by Alf Tupper
Re: Songs at a sesh
Isle of Hope
Woman's Heart
Christmas in the Trenches
Green Fields of France
Though I loved the Ground
Mull of Kintyre
Minstrel Boy
Carrickfergus
Green Grow the Rushes
Fields of Athenry
Black is the Color
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by feardearg
Re: Songs at a sesh
Maid Who Sold Her Barley
Mingulay
Paddy's Welcome Home
Hard Times Come Again No More
Rocky Road to Dublin
She Moved Through the Fair
Song For Ireland
The Water is Wide
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by Random_notes
Re: Songs at a sesh
Anything can be sung at a session, although it is probably best not to sing the type of ballad that is heard far too often these days( Fields of Ath***y etc...). There is a feeling amongst some singers that trad players are snobby towards songs, I have found quite the opposite, if you are willing to dig out less well know songs and try putting your own twist, and a bit of work into them, then most people will appreciate the effort that you have made, and if they still don't listen, then tell them to get f*cked!
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by eoinbouzouki
Re: Songs at a sesh
By chance I just stumbled on this link.
http://www.geocities.com/celticlyricscorner
It has a number of song lyrics & discography.
I am not a singer but have been looking for the recording of a particular song for about a month.
# Posted on June 6th 2007 by Random_notes
Re: Songs at a sesh
Thanks for the responses, everyone.
Yes, I'm aware of Mudcat but the point of the post was to find out what people in here were getting up to, not researching songs as such. I was just interested in what is sung in sessions around the globe and it's an interesting mix I see.
Eoin, having been at a session when someone has actually said that, the resulting pain for all is simply not worth it and detracts from the beauty of making music.
I find it interesting to note there aren't many songs in the Irish language listed. (Mind you, I've spotted Peggy Lettermore and that song in full vent is just brilliant).
Show, it would appear you've frightened your wife *lol* She's after changing her name to Sneezing Little Boy. Is there something we should know? Haha!
I look forward to reading more offerings.
# Posted on June 7th 2007 by UncleNobby'sSteamboat
Re: Songs at a sesh
This has been heard on occasion:
Timble's Pimple
My name is David Trimble I'm nifty, neat and nimble
On my backside I've a pimple that festers in July
I can scratch it, I can squeeze it with ointment I can grease it
But the only way to ease it is to go marching with the boys
It's just a little orange pimple, so soft and cute and simple
Harmless as a dimple, until the marching season comes
It swells with inflammation causing irritation
How can I sit in negotiations with a pimple on my bum.
I met my loyal Bretheren, a most unhappy gathering
In the sunshine they were sweltering in the churchyard of Drumcree
To march to Ballyoran with drums and banners blowing
They had been stopped from going by the loyal R.U.C
And my little Orange pimple grew as hard as any thimble
It was ringing like a cymbal and throbbing like a drum
It swelled with inflammation causing irritation
How could I sit in negotiations with a pimple on me bum
Say I to Sir Hugh Ainsley, 'No matter what your plans may be
And whatever Rupublicans may say this march must be allowed'
Says he 'Don't mind their blether, sit back and enjoy the weather
And we'll all march down together when we get a better crowd'
And my little Orange pimple grew as hard as any thimble
It was ringing like a cymbal and throbbing like a drum
It swelled with inflammation causing irritation
How could I sit in negotiations with a pimple on me bum
The people of Garvaghey, you couldn't keep them happy
There were some of them shouting 'Tiocfaidh' though they never say a hen
With the R.U.C before us, their batons waving o'er us
We all sang in a chorus, 'happy days are here again'
And my little Orange pimple grew as hard as any thimble
It was ringing like a cymbal and throbbing like a drum
It swelled with inflammation causing irritation
How could I sit in negotiations with a pimple on me bum
Here's a health to Paddy Mayhew, Hugh Ainsley and his gay crew
They showed us what we may do whenever we feel inclined
With them to fight our battles, we'll let our drumbeats rattle
And give each a Drumcree medal with the spelling right this time
And my little Orange pimple grew as hard as any thimble
It was ringing like a cymbal and throbbing like a drum
It swelled with inflammation causing irritation
How could I sit in negotiations with a pimple on me bum
My name is David Trimble, I was nifty neat and nimble
My little Orange pimple has grown into a boil
Now I dare not squeeze or scratch it or in any way detach it
For I know I'm for the hatchet if I seem to be disloyal.
And my little Orange pimple, so soft and cute and simple
Harmless as a dimple, until the marching season comes
It swells with inflammation causing irritation
How can I sit in negotiations with a pimple on my bum
# Posted on June 7th 2007 by Alf Tupper
Re: Songs at a sesh
and this (when I'm drunk enough, but not too drunk so as I'd forget all the words):
The Muckin' o' Geordie's Byre
At a relic aul' croft upon the hill,
Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill,
Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill
Lived Geordie MacIntyre.
He had a wife a swir's himsel'
An' a daughter as black's auld Nick himsel',
There wis some fun-haud awa' the smell
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
Chorus:
For the graim was tint, the besom was deen,
The barra widna row its leen,
An' siccan a soss it never was seen
At the muckin' o Geordie's byre.
For the daughter had to strae and neep
The auld wife started to swipe the greep
When Geordie fell sklite on a rotten neep
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
Ben the greep cam' Geordie's soo
She stood up ahint the coo
The coo kickit oot an' o whit a stew
At the muckin' o' Geordies byre.
For the aul' wife she was booin' doon
The soo was kickit on the croon
It shoved her heid in the wifie's goon
Then ben through Geordie's byre.
Chorus:
The daughter cam thro the barn door
An' seein' her mother let ooot a roar,
To the midden she ran an' fel ower the boar
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
For the boar he lap the midden dyke
An' ower the riggs wi' Geordie's tyke.
They baith ran intill a bumbee's byke
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
Chorus:
O a hunder' years are passed an' mair
Whaur Sprottie's wis, the hill is bare;
The croft's awa' sae ye'll see nae mair
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
His folks a' deid an' awa' lang syne-
In case his memory we should tyne,
Whistle this tune tae keep ye in min'
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre!
# Posted on June 7th 2007 by Alf Tupper
Re: Songs at a sesh
BTW, I copied and pasted both of those. In real life there would always be a verse or two missing somewhere. That said, I haven't sung any of them, or any others, for a couple of years.
# Posted on June 7th 2007 by Alf Tupper
Re: Songs at a sesh
"We're going where the grass is growing green
to a magic land that no-one's ever seen..........."
# Posted on June 7th 2007 by dafydd
Re: Songs at a sesh
On reflection over the years I have heard just about every kind of song sang at a session, even Blue Suede Shoes comes to mind. I don't mind the odd song, and not being a singer myself, I often throw the a Recitation (I know a lot of them) into the mix. However, I can never understand why some people find a session an excellent occasion to proclaim their politics by singing rebel songs. The kind of fist in the air Rebel Songs. What's the music got to do with politics ??? Lastly, when I hear that someone is determined to slaughter 'Wille McBride' into my earhole I always think of the shortest sentence in the bible....Jesus Wept. Worst still, when they expect you to accompany them. Thank God I'm at the age where I can fend a heart attack, and the "I'm sorry I've just got to get some fresh air" excuse.
# Posted on June 7th 2007 by Free Reed
Re: Songs at a sesh
Some of what I pasted for
The Muckin O'Geordie's byre is slightly wrong - it should read like this:
Chorus:
For the graip was tint, the besom was dee'n,
The barra widna row its leen,
An' siccan a soss it never waes seen
At the muckin' o Geordie's byre.
For the daughter had to strae and neep
The auld wife started to swipe the greep
When Geordie fell sklipe! on a rotten neep
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
# Posted on June 7th 2007 by Alf Tupper
Re: Songs at a sesh
What's music got to with politics is like asking what's a cow got to do with milk.
If you knew Ireland's history you would not ask such a question.
Aisling Ghéar/ Mystic Lipstick is a favourite of mine in that regard as is Men Behind the Wire.
# Posted on June 8th 2007 by UncleNobby'sSteamboat
Re: Songs at a sesh
And of course, a clincher that sucks me in every time.
Gleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair
# Posted on June 8th 2007 by UncleNobby'sSteamboat