I love this song and your comments and ratings would really be appreciated - I hope I dese
I love this song and your comments and ratings would really be appreciated - I hope I deserve them. Anyway, I have been asked by one or two people why it is they never see me actually singing or playing - this is my response - I made this video about a month ago (or so) and have only got around to putting it together now - my first 'live' singing on this channel - I hope you like it.
Anyway, this song is very rarely heard now, unfortunately. And lyrics ....
I'm a young fellow who's easy and bold,
In Castletown Conners I'm very well known
In Newcastle West I spent many a note
With Kitty and Judy and Mary.
My father rebuked me for being such a rake
and spending my time in such frolicsome ways
but I ne'er can forget the good nature of Jane
'Agus fagamid siud mar ata se'
(Irish for 'We'll leave it as it is')
My parents had rared me to rake and to mow
to plough and to harrow, to reap and to sow
but my heart being too airy to drop it so low
I set out on a high speculation
On paper and parchment they taught me to write
in Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes
and in multiplication, in truth I was bright
agus fagamid siud mar ata se
If I chance for to go to the town of Rathkeal
The girls all around me do flock on the square
some bring me a bottle and others sweet cakes
to treat me unknown to their parents
There's one from Askeaton and one from the Pike
another from Ardagh, my heart was beguiled
though being from the mountains her stockings are white
agus fagamid siud mar ata se
To quarrel for riches, I ne'er was inclined
for the greatest of misers must leave them behind
I'll purchase a cow that will never run dry
and I'll milk her by twisting her horn
John Darmer of Schrowel had plenty of gold
and Devonshire's treasure was 20 times more
but he's laid on his back upon nettles and stones
agus fagmid siud mar ata se
This cow can be milked without clover or grass
for she's pampered on corn, good barley and hops
she's warma and she's stout and she's free in her paps
and she'll milk without spancel or halter
The man that will drink it will cock his caubeen
and if anyone coughs there'll be wigs on the green
and the feeble old hag will get supple and free
agus fagamid siud mar ata se
If I chance for to go to the market at Croom
with my cock in my hand and my pipes in full tune
I'm welcome at once and brought up to a room
where Baccus is sporting with Venus
There's Peggy and Jane from the town of Bruree
and Biddy from Bruff and we're all on the spree
such a combing of locks as there was about me
agus fagamid siud mar ata se
And now for the future, I mean to be wise
and I'll send for the women that acted so kind
and I'll marry them all on the square by and by
if the clergy agree to the bargain
and when I'm on me back and me soul is at peace
these women will crowd for to cry at my wake
and their sons and their daughters will offer their prayers
to the Lord, for the soul of their father.
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This was a request. After I uploaded 'Mutual Friend' last week, I received a couple of mai
This was a request. After I uploaded 'Mutual Friend' last week, I received a couple of mails from people asking me if I could do Slim's most famous composition - well, here it is. My personal mellow version - I hope you guys like it!
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An Irish folk song that I love singing and the first version of this on YT? I upload this
An Irish folk song that I love singing and the first version of this on YT? I upload this as a promise to Antonio (aka, bentonio07), another one of my favourite musicians on YouTube - a man that makes me jealous each and every time I watch his wonderful videos-
http://www.youtube.com/user/bentonio07
I am a roving hackler lad who loves the shamrock shore
me name is Pat McDonnell and me age is 84
beloved and well respected by my neighbours one and all
on Saint Patrick's Day, I love to stray round Lavey and Grouse Hall
When I was young I danced and sung and drank good whiskey too
each sibín shop that sold a drop of the real old mountain dew
with the poitin stil on every hill the peelers had no call
round sweet Stradone I am well known round Lavey and Grouse Hall
I rambled round from town to town for hackling was my trade
none can deny, I think that I an honest living made
wheree'er I'd stay, by night or day, the youth would always call
to have some crack with Paddy-Jack, the hackler from Grouse Hall
I think it's strange how times have changed so very much of late
coercion now is all the row and peelers on their bate
to take a glass is now alas the greatest crime of all
since Balfour placed that hungry beast, the sergeant of Grouse Hall
The busy tool of castle rule, he travels night and day
he'd seize a goat just by the throat for want of better prey
the nasty skunk he'd swear your drunk though you took none at all
there is no peace about the place since he came to Grouse Hall
T'was on pretence of this offence that he dragged me off to jail
alone to dwell in a cold cell, my fate for to bewail
my hoary head on a plank bed such wrongs for vengeance call
he'll rue the day he dragged away the hackler from Grouse Hall
He haunts the league just like a plague and shame for to relate
the priest can't be on Sunday, for the mass to celebrate
it's there he'll kneel incased in steel prepared on duty's call
for to assail and drag to jail our clergy from Grouse Hall
Down into hell he's run pell mell to hunt for poitin there
and won't he loath to swear an oath t'was found in Killaker
he'll search your bed from foot to head sheets blanket tick and all
your wife undressed must leave the nest for Jemmy of Grouse Hall
He fixed a plan for one poor man who had a handsome wife
to take away without delay her liberty and life
he'd swear quite plain that she's insane and got no sense at all
as he has done of late with one convenient to Grouse Hall
Thank God the day's not far away when home rule will be seen
and brave Parnell at home will dwell and shine in College Green
our Policemen will all be then our nation's choice and all
old Balfour's pack will get the sack and banished from Grouse Hall
Let old and young clean out their lungs and sing this little song
come join with me and let them see you all resent the wrong
and while I live I'll always give a prayer for his downfall
and when I die, I don't deny, I'll haunt him from Grouse Hall
A folk cover by Kevin Dardis
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This is a song that speaks for itself, I think. It's a bit of a sad one but I like the ide
This is a song that speaks for itself, I think. It's a bit of a sad one but I like the idea behind it. All comments and so on would really be appreciated here. Really, really.
I can hear the wind outside,blowing.
I can hear the wind outside, calling me -
"I'm going her way."
Visions assault my eyes - dreams coming true.
Reunions and arms to fold -
Wind winning me back to you.
I'm lying here. I'm trying to stay strong.
But the wind outside, keeps calling to me -
Now's my chance, to set my words free.
To expose my thoughts, to the cruelty,
Of the wind outside, of the antipathy.
Visions assault my eyes, dreams coming true.
I'm going outside, I'm going outside.
Wind carry my words, wind carry my love,
Wind carry my hope, wind carry my words.
Words and Music - Kevin Dardis ©
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Am I too old to be rich, famous, or considered sexy?
The closing shot of me is rather s
Am I too old to be rich, famous, or considered sexy?
The closing shot of me is rather scary I think.
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Send this video to your friends folks - help me make this work! A challenge for Native Eng
Send this video to your friends folks - help me make this work! A challenge for Native English Speakers to make a video response with them singing in another language! A show of respect for the great work being done by Non-Native English Speakers, week-in, week-out on YT!
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Blow Wind Blow by Tom Waits, from Frank's Wild Years - performed by waitswatcher & DardisM
Blow Wind Blow by Tom Waits, from Frank's Wild Years - performed by waitswatcher & DardisMusic! Our first ever collaboration and I think waitswatcher's musical accompaniment to my vocals is simply wonderful. Check out his channel -
http://ie.youtube.com/user/waitswatcher
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A recent request of someone at one of my 'Cover Gigs', I learned Ain't No Sunshine this we
A recent request of someone at one of my 'Cover Gigs', I learned Ain't No Sunshine this week and recorded it in one take today. Hope you like it.
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This is an anti-war song and much folkier than the other stuff I have uploaded so far. The
This is an anti-war song and much folkier than the other stuff I have uploaded so far. The lyrics come from Mikhail Sholokhov's 'And Quiet Flows the Don' - the first part of his epic work about the Don Cossacks. The Cossacks were famous fighting folk but Sholokhov's novels and the folk song 'Beyond the Hills' is based on, tell of people who would much rather be at home than in a battlefield. Indeed, who can blame them?
I have tried to keep my video simple - the books I build my wall with are mostly novels written about war or by men and women who were openly opposed to it. There are also some history, and art books. I bury myself in there somewhere and hope the foundations are strong.
Check out this wonderful interpretation by bunkomen -
http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=7Q2S_xb--ok
An original song by singer-songwriter Kevin Dardis.
A soldier went to a distant land
Riding his horse o'er the plain
His native village he left for aye
He'll never come back again
In vain did his youthful solider's bride
To the north-west gaze each morn and eve
Waiting in hope that her soldier dear
Would return from the land he'll ne'er leave
But beyond the hills were the snow lies deep
And the ice-fields crack and the tempests blow
Where angrily bow the pines and firs
The Cossacks bones lie beneath the snow
He fought so his people would not be enslaved
As his father's own father had done before
As a boy of 19 left a pregnant wife
And as a man he went to war
As the Cossack lay dying he pleadingly asked
That above him a mound should be piled for a tomb
And a hazeltree from his native land
Be planted in brilliant flower to bloom
Song © Kevin Dardis
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