Post by fred on May 2, 2016 6:24:30 GMT -6
For those interested, here are a few of the favorite songs of the time: “Larboard Watch,” “Shenandoah,” “Annie Laurie,” and,
“Loreena”:
The year creeps slowly by Loreena,
The snow is on the grass again,
The sun’s low down the sky, Loreena,
The frost is where the flowers have been,
But the heart throbs on as warmly now
As when the summer days were night;
Oh, the sun can never dip so low
As down affection’s cloudless sky.
Other favorites were, “The Girl I Left Behind Me,” “Bonny Jean,” “Fairy Bell,” “Over the Sea,” “Lightly Row,” “Little Brown Jug,” “Mollie Darling,” “Captain Jinks,” “Drill Ye Tarriers,” “The Man on the Flying Trapeze,” “Dinah’s Wedding,” “La Paloma,” “Grandfather’s Clock,” “Little Footsteps, Soft and Gentle,” “The Good-Bye at the Door,” “Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair,” “Susan James,” “Soldaten Lieder,” “The Blue Danube,” and “Doxology.”
Another favorite, composed by the bandleader, Felix Vinatieri, was “The Mosquitoes of Dakota Waltz.”
A verse from “Captain Jinks”:
I joined the Corps when twenty-one,
Of course I thought it capital fun,
When the enemy comes, of course I run,
For I’m not cut out for the Army.
Of course, the all-time favorite was “Garryown,” Gaelic for Owen’s garden:
1
Let Bacchus’ sons be not dismayed
But join with me each jovial blade;
Come booze and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus.
CHORUS
Instead of Spa we’ll drink down ale.
And pay the reck’ning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to gaol
From Garry Owen in glory.
2
We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lights when lighting;
Through the streets like spotters fighting
And clearing all before us.
3
We’ll break windows, we’ll break doors
The watch knock down by threes and fours;
Then let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up your bruises.
4
We’ll beat the bailiffs out of fun
We’ll make the mayors and Sheriffs run;
We are the boys no man dares dun,
If he regards a whole skin.
5
Our hearts so stout have got us fame
For soon t’is known from whence we came;
Where’er we go they dread the name,
Of Garryowen in glory.
6
Johnny Connell’s tall and straight,
And in his limbs he is complete,
He’ll pitch a bar of any weight,
From Garryowen to Thomondgate.
7
Garryowen is gone to rack,
Since Johnny Connell went to Cork,
Though Darby O’Brien leapt over the dock,
In spite of judge and jury.
Best wishes,
Fred.
“Loreena”:
The year creeps slowly by Loreena,
The snow is on the grass again,
The sun’s low down the sky, Loreena,
The frost is where the flowers have been,
But the heart throbs on as warmly now
As when the summer days were night;
Oh, the sun can never dip so low
As down affection’s cloudless sky.
Other favorites were, “The Girl I Left Behind Me,” “Bonny Jean,” “Fairy Bell,” “Over the Sea,” “Lightly Row,” “Little Brown Jug,” “Mollie Darling,” “Captain Jinks,” “Drill Ye Tarriers,” “The Man on the Flying Trapeze,” “Dinah’s Wedding,” “La Paloma,” “Grandfather’s Clock,” “Little Footsteps, Soft and Gentle,” “The Good-Bye at the Door,” “Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair,” “Susan James,” “Soldaten Lieder,” “The Blue Danube,” and “Doxology.”
Another favorite, composed by the bandleader, Felix Vinatieri, was “The Mosquitoes of Dakota Waltz.”
A verse from “Captain Jinks”:
I joined the Corps when twenty-one,
Of course I thought it capital fun,
When the enemy comes, of course I run,
For I’m not cut out for the Army.
Of course, the all-time favorite was “Garryown,” Gaelic for Owen’s garden:
1
Let Bacchus’ sons be not dismayed
But join with me each jovial blade;
Come booze and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus.
CHORUS
Instead of Spa we’ll drink down ale.
And pay the reck’ning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to gaol
From Garry Owen in glory.
2
We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lights when lighting;
Through the streets like spotters fighting
And clearing all before us.
3
We’ll break windows, we’ll break doors
The watch knock down by threes and fours;
Then let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up your bruises.
4
We’ll beat the bailiffs out of fun
We’ll make the mayors and Sheriffs run;
We are the boys no man dares dun,
If he regards a whole skin.
5
Our hearts so stout have got us fame
For soon t’is known from whence we came;
Where’er we go they dread the name,
Of Garryowen in glory.
6
Johnny Connell’s tall and straight,
And in his limbs he is complete,
He’ll pitch a bar of any weight,
From Garryowen to Thomondgate.
7
Garryowen is gone to rack,
Since Johnny Connell went to Cork,
Though Darby O’Brien leapt over the dock,
In spite of judge and jury.
Best wishes,
Fred.
