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  • Daoirí Farrell

    McShane

    Also performed by: Eddie Furey
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McShane lyrics

My name is McShane from the plains of Kildare
And a farmer I was up until the last year
’Til I took a notion of higher promotion
Went over to England to harvest the share.
 
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie,
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
 
I parted with Molly so proud and so jolly
I picked up a stick for a staff in me hand
And to keep meself cheery for fear I’d be weary
I sang “Paddywhack” as I went on the way.
 
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
 
I landed at Dumbarton on a fine summer’s morning
Me bundle and staff I held them in me hand
There were some of them laughing and more of them chaffing
And more of them trying to put Paddy away.
 
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
 
I went to this woman and asked her for lodgings
She says, “Me young man, now don’t look so dull
For I will tell you where you will get lodgings
If you go to the woman who owns the Black Bull.”
 
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
 
I went to this woman and asked her for lodgings
She instantly showed me to a bed in the room
And me being so tired, and worn out from walking
I threw meself down on the bed in the room.
 
A lump of a tinker lay up in the corner
He swore on his soul sure he’d kill all was there
Says I, “Me bold tinker, give over your bragging
I’m bold McShane from the plains of Kildare!”
 
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
 
Well, he tried for to hit me a punch in the stomach
I instantly fetched him a one in the throat
He tumbled heels over his head in the corner
And cut up his head in an old whiskey pot.
 
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
 
He lay on the floor, like a sheep he was bleeding
I swore on me soul that I’d cut off his life
But I lifted him up and sent down for a noggin
And me and the tinker there ended our strife.
 
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
 
Me name is McShane from the plains of Kildare
And a farmer I was up until the last year
Till I took a notion of higher promotion
Went over to England to harvest the share.
 
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
Rum toora la, oh rum toora laddie
Rum toora la, musha rum toora lay
 

 

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