It was about August,1961, when my best friend Seannie and I were camping in Galway. We had a good drink every night and were having
a merry old time. One night, in one of
the pubs, The Dubliners – (the original
team), began to sing and play some wonderful tunes. It was
a great night. They had not made a
name for themselves at this time and were in fact collecting money in a glass
after each song. During a lull, they
called for anyone to get up to sing. Yours truly jumped at the chance and got up.
This is
the bit that you may find interesting. I
sang a song which I called ‘Love and
Porter’. It was based on an old
Irish song called ‘The Butcher’s Boy’,
but I changed it around so that it referred to a man grieving about his lost
love and the curse of drink.
When I finished, Ronnie Drew, the lead singer
of the Dubliners, came over and said ‘Be
Jazus, that’s a great song, can you give me the words’. There and then I dictated them to him and he
wrote them down. A few years later,
when they became ‘famous’ they
recorded the song and it was a hit.
So
there you have it. My one and only
attempt at song writing and as I got no acknowledgement from the Dubliners, I
cannot complain. You see, I more or
less nicked it from someone else (The Butcher’s Boy)…………… Mike.
Love Is Pleasing
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a youth again
But a youth again I can never be
Till apples grow on an ivy tree
But a youth again I can never be
Till apples grow on an ivy tree
I left me father, I left me mother
I left all my sisters and brothers too
I left all my friends and me kind relations
I left them all for to follow you.
I left all my friends and me kind relations
I left them all for to follow you.
But the sweetest apple is the soonest rotten
And the hottest love is the soonest cold
And what cannot be cured love must be endured love
So now I am bound for Americay.
And what cannot be cured love must be endured love
So now I am bound for Americay.
For love is pleasin' and love is teasin'
And love is a treasure when first got new
But as it grows older sure love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew.
But as it grows older sure love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew.
For love and porter makes a young man older
And love and whiskey makes him old and grey
So what cannot be cured love must be endured love
And now I am bound for Americay.
So what cannot be cured love must be endured love
And now I am bound for Americay.
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There
is a Youtube video of Ronnie Drew
Singing
it on this link:
---------Mike------
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