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Érin go Brágh (Laws Q20; Roud 1627) Fanore, north west Clare Recorded in singer's home |
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In London one evening as I walked the
street, Sure a blackthorn stick that I held in my fist, Sure they all gathered around me like a flock of prestáns.* Oh the skirmige we had it would delight you to see, |
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* Perhaps ‘Préacháns’ = crows “Ballad anthologist Robert Ford wrote of this in 1899: ‘Not an Irish song this, as the title would make the novice infer, but natives of the Western Highlands and Islands of Scotland have a good deal in common —in accent and otherwise—with the people of the North of Ireland, and the verses describe only how ‘Duncan Campbell, from the Shire of Argyle,’ suffered in Edinburgh in the ‘No Irish need apply’ days by being mistaken for a son of Saint Patrick. Many will recognise the song as an old and common favourite in Scotland.’ The song was certainly popular in Scotland and was
found widely sung by Travellers there. In Ireland, P.W. Joyce noted
a version in 1850s Limerick and published an ‘improved’
text of it in his ‘Ancient Music of Ireland’. James N. Healy
include it in volume one of ‘Old Irish Street Ballads’ indicating
that it was a broadside. In theme, it reflects the same sentiment as
another song of Scots origin concerning the Irish, ‘Hot Asphalt’,
where a policeman accusing a crowd of navvies of being ‘Tipperary
scamps’ is thrown into a barrel of melted tar. When his assailants
fail in their efforts to clean him up, he ends up: Reference: |
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