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Live at Mannion's

by Baroque and Hungry

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1.
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)
2.
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.
3.
Butterfly 02:26
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4.
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)
5.
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.
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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.
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Shady Grove 02:59
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)
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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)
9.
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)
10.
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.
11.
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
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13.
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.
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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)

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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 July 13, 2011

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

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Based in central New Jersey, Baroque & Hungry is a Celtic fusion trio incorporating elements of folk, jazz, classical, and rock music.

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