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letra de the wedding above in glencree / damien walsh’s - daoirí farrell

[verse 1]
oh back in the days of the great king o’toole
on the high wicklow mountain while mitchin’ from school
there is not on record a more glorious spree
than was held on last michaelmas, above in glencree
t’was the wedding of larry mcgrain, sir
he got buckled to judy mcshane, sir
from montpellier to petticoat lane, sir
there were grub-hunters up in glencree

[verse 2]
the bridegroom came riding horseback on a mule
brought f-gan the fiddler with him from rathcoole
dinny murphy the piper was ne’er to be found
tim moloney’s jackass was released from the pound
there was a messenger one humpy backed casey
who was deaf, dumb, blind, bothered, and lazy
then the night it drew dark wet and hazy
we all sniffed our way back to glencree

[verse 3]
t’would be a terrible job for to name all was there
as to name the pick-pockets in donnybrook fair
but seen as they’re strangers to both me and you
for fear you’d be jealous, i’ll name but a few
there was a miner one mickey malone, sir
kept a thunderin’ great mind of his own, sir
it was made up of lovely free stone sir
from the diggin’s above in glencree
[verse 4]
there was the village schoolmaster one snuffy bob mack
four and twenty stone cutters from sweet ballybrack
and mickey mcloughlin came o’er from lough bray
he kept a neat shebeen for selling goats’ whey
there was a thundering great gang of the rooneys
and the kellys came in with the cooneys
then the mulligans came in with the mooneys
for the wedding above in glencree

[verse 5]
oh you’d be anxious to know how we faired out for grub
we had lashings of beef that was reared on the bog
and the mutton was found before it was lost
by some of the go-boys o’er the herring brook crossed
then his highness the public recorder
he gave some of the go-boys the order
leave of absence to head o’er the border
for a seven year trip to glencree

[verse 6]
well we k!lled an ould pig we found dead in a ditch
and each of the company took a whole flitch
we had thunderin’ lumpers of mealy baked bread
and mock turtle soup that was made from pig’s head
we had dumplings and b-ttermilk buns sir
and the cabbage it came out there in tons sir
oh we ate it and surely did hum sir
in the meadows surrounding glencree
[verse 7]
well as soon as the boys had demolished the grub
as a matter of course the next thing was the grog
and the skelteen was mixed in peg donohughe’s churn
and each in rotation was passed ’round in turn
the first toast was to bridegroom and bride, sir
and the terrible downfall of the tithes, sir
and the flower of sweet erin’s pride, sir
and the murphys that live in glencree

[verse 8]
oh who chanced to walk in when the dancing began
was rowdy tim ryan the tax collector man
and when the boys saw him the word, it went round
it was him put moloney’s jackass in the pound
as he was going through a three-handed reel, sir
he took a south-western clout from sam shiels, sir
and it knocked him right head over heels, sir
put a stop to his dance in glencree

[verse 9]
oh, “mile murder” he cried, “you near k!lled me stone dead!”
and we laid him outside on a nice feather bed
and meself and kate kenny, a friend of the bride
danced jigs there ‘fore next the poor buck till he died
well the dancing it lasted all day, sir
and as we were going away, sir
well we swore we’d be back twice as gay, sir
for the christening above in glencree
[damien walsh’s reel outro]

- daoiri farrell

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