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The Flowing Bowl

by Rakish

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You rambling boys of pleasure give ear unto these lines I write, I own I am a rover, in rambling I take great delight; I placed my mind on a handsome maid and oftentimes she did me slight, My mind was never easy but when my darling was in my sight. Down by yon Sally Gardens where me and my true love did meet, I took her in my arms and unto her gave kisses sweet; She bid me take love easy just as the leaves fall from yon tree, But I being young and foolish my own true loves' ways I could not agree. I believed I could gain her favour but as time went by it was plain to see, That my love was unrequited, blind devotion made a fool of me; Must I go away broken-hearted, my darling girl no more to see, Or must I be transported, kind Cupid won't you set me free? I wish I was in Dublin town and my true love along with me, With liquor being aplenty to keep us in good company; And money in my pocket, and a flowing bowl on every side Hard fortune ne'er would daunt me, for I'd be young in this world wide.
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There have been ructions everywhere, down our street, Would you like to know what the whole world says, down our street? All the gang are on the booze, we're all out on a big carouse, There's skin and whiskers flying loose, down our street. Chorus: Down our street, There are married men and maidens fair Dancing mad in the midnight air; There are jawbones missing everywhere Down our street. A copper he once hit Muldoon, down our street, Says Muldoon, "we'll have a funeral soon", down our street, They took off their coats to have a round and when Muldoon got off the ground, Sure a copper's hat was all they found, down our street. In the winter it gets very cold, down our street, We burn the doors 'cos we got no coal, down our street, And when the cupboard it gets bare, they say tomcat tastes just like hair; The Alsatians all walk round in pairs, down our street. The tarry man does a lively trade, down our street, All have bought but none have paid, down our street, And when he comes to collect his own, he's dead before he can even moan; Sure we're building a graveyard of our own, down our street.
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Oh me name is Jock Stewart, I'm a canny gaun man, But a roving young fella I have been. Chorus: So be easy and free when you're drinking with me, I'm a man yous don't meet every day. I have acres of land, I have men at command, and I've always a shilling to spare. Come fill up your glasses with brandy and wine, Whatever it costs I will pay. Well, I took out my gun and my dog I did shot, All down by the River [Cullea]. I'm a piper by trade and a roving young blade, And it's many's the tune I will play.
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Pat Rainey 02:19
Pat Rainey's me name I'm a travellin' man, I'll mend your old pots, I'll make you a can; I'm prince among nomads, the king of me clan, Fal-de-lal-dal-dal-dal-day. I'll tramp down the road with me ass and me dog, There's game in the fields, there's turf in the bog; I'll sing like a lark as along I do jog... I'll camp by the river, I'll catch me a fish, I've always got plenty to put in me dish; Me brogues I can mend and me shirt I can stitch... Well I'll gather me pipes and I'll head for the town, I'll find a good spot, I'll sit meself down; I'll squeeze on the bellows, the throng gathers round... I'll play Mrs. Macleod and The Wind in the Gap, The crowd gathers round and they dance and they clap; And many's a bright shilling they'll throw in me cap... Well I'll fond of a glass and I think it no crime, I'll sit in the sibín with comrades sublime; I'll dance 'til the morning, I'm no slave to time... Pat Rainey's me name I'm a travellin' man, I'll mend your old pots, I'll make you a can; I'm prince among nomads, the king of me clan, Fal-de-lal-dal-dal-dal-day.
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To a New York trader I did belong, She was fit for sea both stout and strong; Well manned, well rigged, well built for sea, She was bound for New York and Amerikay. On the fourth of March we did set sail, All on that sweet and pleasant gale; Our hearts undaunted we set for sea, Bound for New York and Amerikay. Our cruel captain as we did find, Left half our provisions behind; Our cruel captain, you'll understand, Meant to starve us all 'fore we reach the land. As our captain there in his cabin lay, A voice came to him and this did say, "Prepare yourself and ship's company For tomorrow night you must lie with me." Our captain woke in a terrible fright, It being the first watch of the night; And loud for his bosun he did call, And to him related his secrets all. "Ah, sin," says he, "It grieves me heart To think I've acted the villain's part, To take what was not my lawful due, For to starve the passengers and ship's crew." "There is one more thing I have to tell, When I in Waterford Town did dwell, I killed my master, a merchant there, All for the sake of his lady fair." "I killed me wife and our children three All for that cursèd jealousy; And on my servant I laid the blame, And hung was he all in grief and shame." "Ah, Captain, Captain, if that be so, Pray let none of the ship's crew know, But keep the secret all in your breast And pray the Lord he may grant you rest." The very next morning a storm did rise Which caused our seamen much surprise; The seas came over both fore and aft Till scarce one man on deck was left. And then the bosun he did declare The captain was a murderer; This so enraged the whole ship's crew They overboard our captain threw. All of a sudden a calm was there, Our battered ship onward did steer; The winds abated and calmed the sea, And we sailed on for Amerikay.
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Old Bangum 04:44
Bangum came to the riverside, dillum down dillum, Three fair maidens there he's spied, dillum down day. "There's a wild boar in these woods... Eat his flesh and suck his blood..." "Well if this wild boar you would see... Blow a blast, he'll come to thee"... Slapped the horn into his mouth... Blew a blast both north and south... Bangum's made him a wooden gun... Shoot the wild boar as he run... Wild boar came in such a dash... Cut his way through oak and ash... Fought four hours of the day... Till the wild boar ran away... Bangum's followed him to his den... Saw the bones of a thousand men...
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Oh friends, I have a sad story, A very sad story to tell; I married a man for his money, And he's worse than the devil himself. For when Mickey comes home I get battered, He batters me all black and blue; And if I say a word I get scattered, From the kitchen right back to the room. But I'll go and I'll get blue blazin' blind drunk, Just to give Mickey a warning; And just for spite I'll stay out all night, And come rolling home drunk in the morning. Well of whiskey I ne'er was a lover, But what can a poor woman do? I'll go and I'll drown all my sorrows, But I wish I could drown Mickey too. So I'll go and I'll get blue blazin' blind drunk, Just to give Mickey a warning; And just for spite I'll stay out all night, And come rolling home drunk in the morning.
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Don't mind the wind or the rolling sea, The weary nights never troubled me; But the hardest time in a sailor's day Is to watch the sun as it sinks away. Chorus: Just one more day on the Grey Funnel Line. The finest ship that sails the sea, It's still a prison for the likes of me; But if I had wings like Noah's dove, I'd fly up harbour to the one I love. Well there was a time when I was free, Like a floating spar on the rolling sea; But now that spar is washed ashore, It comes to rest at my real love's door. Each time I gaze behind the screws, How I long to be in St. Peter's shoes; Then I'd walk on down that silvery lane, And I'd take my real love in my arms again. Oh Lord if dreams were only real, I'd put my hand on that wooden wheel; And with all my heart I'd turn around, And I'd tell the boys we're homeward bound. So I'll pass the time like some machine, Until that blue ocean turns to green; Then I'll dance on down that walk ashore, And I'll sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.

credits

released July 3, 2020

Kayne Coy: concertina, singing
Gavin McCabe: guitar, singing
Kevin Macleod: bouzouki, mandolin, octave mandola
Darragh Quinn: fiddle, singing

All tracks trad arr. Rakish except Down Our Street comp. Mike Harding, Pat Rainey comp. Fergus Russell, Gullane Polkas trad arr. Matt Cranitch & Jackie Daly, Grey Funnel Line comp. Cyril Tawney.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Gavin McCabe at Alison House, Edinburgh

Album artwork: Dan Macdonald

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Rakish is a duo formed in Edinburgh in 2018 and now based in Edinburgh and West Cork, Ireland. It is made up of Gavin McCabe and Kayne Coy.

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