This is a lovely old
Dublin Song with a moral. As an
explanation, ‘Twang’ is hard toffee and ‘mot’ is girlfriend….I hope you enjoy
it………………..
"The Twang Man"
Come listen to me story, it's about a nice young
man
When the militia wasn't wantin', he dealt in hawkin' twang
He loved a fair young maiden as fair as any old midge
And she kept a treacle depot one side of the Carlisle bridge
Well, another came a courtin' and his name was Mickey the Baggs
He was a commercial traveller and he dealt in bones and rags
Well, he took her out to Sandymount for to see the waters roll
And he stole the heart of the Twangman's mot playin' 'Billy In The Bowl'
Now when the twang man heard of this he flew into a terrible rage
And he swore be the contents of his twang cart, on him he'd have revenge
So he stood in wait near Saint James' gate till the poor old Baggs came up
And with his twang knife, sure he took the life of the poor old gather them up
So now yez have heard me story and I hope ye'll be good men
And not go chasing after the Twangman's mot or any other ould hen
For she'll leave you without a brass farthing, not even your old sack of rags
And that's the end of me story of poor old Mickey the Baggs
When the militia wasn't wantin', he dealt in hawkin' twang
He loved a fair young maiden as fair as any old midge
And she kept a treacle depot one side of the Carlisle bridge
Well, another came a courtin' and his name was Mickey the Baggs
He was a commercial traveller and he dealt in bones and rags
Well, he took her out to Sandymount for to see the waters roll
And he stole the heart of the Twangman's mot playin' 'Billy In The Bowl'
Now when the twang man heard of this he flew into a terrible rage
And he swore be the contents of his twang cart, on him he'd have revenge
So he stood in wait near Saint James' gate till the poor old Baggs came up
And with his twang knife, sure he took the life of the poor old gather them up
So now yez have heard me story and I hope ye'll be good men
And not go chasing after the Twangman's mot or any other ould hen
For she'll leave you without a brass farthing, not even your old sack of rags
And that's the end of me story of poor old Mickey the Baggs
There is a lovely version on Youtube by
Ronnie Drew of the Dubliners
on this link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzU-VGWjHGU
--------Mike-------
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