Live at Mannion's

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Matt DeBlass with Neil Fein. Recorded live with no overdubs. Matt DeBlass and Neil Fein, performing at Mannion's Irish Pub in Somerville. New Jersey.

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released 13 July 2011

Matt DeBlass: Vocals, Mandolin, Pennywhistle
Neil Fein: Guitar, Vocals
Live audio: Neil Fein, Martha Fein
Mixing: Neil Fein

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Track Name: Bucket of Mountain Dew
Bucket of Mountain Dew

Chorus:
Hie deedle eye da dum dah da deedle eye da dum
deedle aye deedle aye day
Hie deedle eye da dum dah da deedle eye da dum
deedle aye deedle aye day


Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gaugers all from Donegal, from Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old Mountain Dew

(Chorus)

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, where the smoke curls up the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell, there's a poitin still close by
Oh it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl or a bucket of Mountain Dew

(Chorus)

Now learned men who use the pen have wrote the praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Away with pills, it will cure all ills of the Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old Mountain Dew

(Chorus)
Track Name: Big Strong Man
Big Strong Man

Have you heard about the big strong man?
He lived in a caravan.
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight?
Oh, Lord what a hell of a fight.

You can take all of the heavyweights you’ve got.
We’ve got a lad that can beat the whole lot.
He used to ring bells in the belfry,
Now he’s gonna fight Jack Demspey.

That was my brother Sylvest’ (What’s he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows no rest.
Think of a man, hells’ fire, don’t push, just shove,
Plenty of room for you and me.

He’s got an arm like a leg (a ladies’ leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy to put the wind up Sylvest’.
Now, he thought he’d take a trip to Italy.

He thought that he’d go by sea.
He dove off the harbor in New York,
And swam like a great big shark.
He saw the Lusitania in distress.
He put the Lusitania on his chest.
He drank all of the water in the sea,
And he walked all the way to Italy.
Track Name: Butterfly
(Instrumental)
Track Name: Fiddler's Green
Fiddler's Green

Down by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old sailor man singing a song
Said take me away boys my time is not long

Chorus:
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumpers
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Fiddler's Green is a place I've hear tell
Where old sailors go if they don't go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

(Chorus)

when you get to the dock and that long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.

(Chorus)

I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a boat and a good rolling sea
I'll play my mandolin as we sail along
And the wind in the riggin will sing me this song

(Chorus)
Track Name: Star of the County Down
Star of the County Down

Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down
One morning last July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
And she smiled as she passed me by;

Well, she looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair;
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
To make sure I was really there.

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I shook my head
And I looked with a feeling rare.
Then I said, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
Well, he smiled at me, and with pride says he,
"That's the gem of old Ireland's crown,
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the Star of the County Down."

Well I've traveled a bit, but ne'er was hit
Since my roving career began;
Then fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.

I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I see in shawl or gown,
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the Star of the County Down.

At the harvest fair, I'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright, and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut-brown Rose.

No pipe I'll smoke, and no horse I'll yoke
Though with rust my plow turns brown,
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down.
Track Name: Black is the Color
Black is the Color

Black is the Color of my true loves hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I hope the day it soon will come
When she and I will be as one

But now I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I can never be
I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
I'll suffer death a thousand times

For black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Yes I love the ground whereon she stands.
Track Name: Shady Grove
Shady Grovw

Peaches in the summertime
Apples in the fall
If I can’t get the girl I love
I won’t have none at all

Chorus:
Shady grove, my little love
Shady grove, I know
Shady grove, my little love
I’m bound for shady grove

Wish I had a banjo string
Made of golden twine
Every tune I’d pick on it
I wish that girl was mine

(Chorus)

Some come here to fiddle and dance
Sme come here to tarry
Some come here to fiddle and dance
I come here to marry

(Chorus)

Every night when I go home
My wife, I try to please her
The more I try, the worse she gets
Damned if I don’t leave her

(Chorus)

Every night when I go home
My wife, I try to please her
The more I try, the worse she gets
Damned if I don’t leave her

(Chorus)

Fly around, my pretty little miss
Fly around, my Daisy
Fly around, my pretty little miss
Nearly drive me crazy

(Chorus)
Track Name: Whiskey In the Jar
Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
and said stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver

Chorus:
Mon cheri lemme do lemme da
Whack fol the derry oh
Whack fol the derry oh
Theres whiskey in the jar

I counted out my money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
she sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
but the devil take that woman for she never can be easy

(Chorus)

I went into my chamber for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and at that it was no wonder
Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
then she sent for Captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter

(Chorus)

Twas early in the morning, before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me, and likewise captain farrel
I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
But I could not shoot through water so a prisoner I became there

(Chorus)

I dont know who can aid me, my brothers in the army
I think that he is stationed out in Cork or in Killarney
If hell come and join me well go roving in Killkenny
And I know hell treat me better than my darlin Sportin Jenny

(Chorus)

It was early in the morning, near the barracks in Killarney
My brother took his leave, but he did not tell the army
My fortunes I was doubting, till I heard my brother shouting
And now we wait for Farrel up on Killegarney(?) mountain

(Chorus)
Track Name: Roll Me Down to Maui
Roll Me Down to Maui

It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalermen undergo,
And we won't give a damn when the gales are done how hard the winds did blow,
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds with a good ship taut and free,
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls from old Maui.

(Chorus)
Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,
We're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui.

Once more we sail with the northerly gales through the ice and
wind and rain, Them coconut fronds, them tropical shores, we soon shall see again;
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold Kamchatka sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui.

(Chorus)

Once more we sail with the Northerly gales, towards our island home,
Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung, and we ain't got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what care we for that sound,
A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound.

(Chorus)

How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern,
Them native maids, them tropical glades, is awaiting our return;
Even now their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see,
Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to old Maui.

(Chorus)
Track Name: Jock O'Hazledean
Jock O' Hazledean

Why weep you by the tide my dear
Why weep you by the tide?
I'll wed you to my youngest son
And you shall be his bride

And you shall be his bride my dear
The fairest to be seen
By aye, she's let the tears down for
The Jock O' Hazledean

Now let this willful greif be done
And dry your cheek so pale
Young Frank is chief at Errington
And lord of Langleydale

His step is first in peaceful hall
His sword in battle keen
But aye, she's let the tears down for
The Jock O' Hazledean

A band of gold you will not lack
Nor braid to bind your hair
Nor mettled hound nor managed hawk
Nor palfrey fresh and fair

And you, the fairest of them all
Shall be their forest queen
But aye, she's let the tears down for
The Jock O' Hazledean

The kirk was decked at mornin' tide
The tapers glimmered fair
The priest and bridegroom 'wait the bride
And dame and knight are there

They searched by both the tower and hall
But the lady nae was seen
She's o'er the border and awa'
With the Jock O' Hazledean.
Track Name: Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie?
Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie

Mirk and rainy is the nicht
There's no' a staum in a' the carry
Lichtnin's gleam athwart the lift
And cauld winds drive wi' winters fury

Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is howling Ower the warlock Craigie

Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary
Loud the iron yett does clank
The cry of hoolits mak's me eerie

Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Let me in, for loud the linn is howling
Ower the warlock Craigie

Abune ma breath, I daurnae speak
For fear I rouse your waukrife Daddy
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek
O rise, O rise my bonnie lady

Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie
Let me in, for loud the linn is howling
Ower the warlock Craigie

She's ope'd the door, she's let him in
She's cuist aside his dreepin plaidie
Blaw yer warst ye rain and wind
For Maggie noo I'm an aside ye

Noo since your waukin' Maggie
Noo since yer waukin' Maggie
What care I for hoolits cry
For boortree bank or warlock Craigie
Track Name: Star of Munster
(Instrumental)
Track Name: Parting Glass
Parting Glass

O, all the money e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that ever I've done,
alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
to mem'ry now I can't recall;
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.

O, all the comrades e'er I had,
They're sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts e'er I had,
They'd wished me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile.
There is a fair maid in this town,
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own, she has my heart in thrall;
Then fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.
Track Name: Hills of Connemara/I'll Tell Me Ma
Hills of Connemara

Chorus:
Gather up the pots and the old tin pan
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from risin' Barney

Keep your eyes well peeled today
For the tall, tall men are on their way
Searchin' out for the mountain tay
In the hills of Connemara

(Chorus)

Swing to the left now swing to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay till the morning light
In the hills of Connemara

(Chorus)

A gallon for the butcher a quart for Tom
A bottle for dear old Father John
To help him and his hip along
In the Hills of Connemara

(Chorus)

Stand your ground now, it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Glory be to God, they're drinkin' it straight!
In the hills of Connemara

(Chorus)

(One, two, ready, go)

I'll Tell Me Ma

Chorus:
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave, the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's alright, till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She goes a-courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell
Sayin' oh my true love are you well
Out she comes as white as a rose
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Morrisey says she'll die
If she don't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

(Chorus)

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
Let the snow come tumbling out the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own lad bye and bye
And when she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still

(Chorus)