Henrik and Chris
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Chris clarified Henrik's attempt; below is what Paddy thinks he sings (largely
checked against "The Stone Fiddle" with some explanation of words which seem
to have caused difficulty.
1. Good luck to all here, now, barring* the cat,
That sits in the corner there smellin' a rat.
O wheest* your philandering now and behave,
And savin' your presence I'll chant you a stave.
I come from a land where the praties grow big,
Where the boys neat and handy can whirl in a jig,
And the girls they would charm your heart for to see,
Those darlin' colleens around Tandaragee.
* barring = excepting wheest = be quiet with
2. No doubt you have heard of Killarney, I'm sure,
And sweet Inishowen for a drop of the pure.
Dublin's the place for the strawberry beds,
And Donnybrook Fair for the crackin' of heads.
Did you ever see an Irishman dancin' paltogue,
And he'd faces his partner and turns up his brogue.
He twists at the buckle and bends at the knee,
Oh, they're wonderful dancers in Tandaragee.
poltogue is a bit obscure but tóg can be a lift so the inference is that there
is "lift" to his dancing - this is probably a Paddy Tunneyism - his Uncle
Michael sang this song but Paddy changes things - when I get time I'll find
the recording of Michael Gallagher and check what HE sings here.
3. Now, where was the man either Christian or Turk,
Could equal our brave Robert Emmett or Burke,
Or where was the speaker could speak up like Dan,
Ach, divil another bad luck to the one,
Or where was the singer could sing like Tom Moore,
His melodies charmed all dull care from our door,
But we'll beat them all yet, and that you will see,
For we're rarin'* fine boys around Tandaragee.
rarin(g) = superlative!
4. The old jauntin' car is the elegant joult*,
And Derry's the place that is famed for a hoult*,
Among the green bushes that grow in Tyrone,
And the County Fermanagh for muscle and bone.
For courtin' and blarney and fun at the fair,
There's no-one can equal the rakes of Kildare.
Green Erin my country's the gem of the sea,
But the gem of green Erin is Tandaragee.
joult = jolt, a reference to the jolting of the car
a hoult is what you get of a girl - like a grip - what in County Down is
called a "Killinchy Muffler" (scarf - not car silencer)