Author Topic: Add: Darby Kelly


dmcg

Posted - 17 May 04 - 06:38 pm

My grandsire beat the drum complete
His name was Darby Kelly, O
No lad so true at rat-tat-too
At roll call or reveillez O
When Marlbro's name first rose to fame
So proud he rolled the Point of War
At Belhiem he and Ramillies
Fired all our champions to the core
And O, his write has such a twist
When home they marched with row-dow-dow
With one great shout the boys came out
The girsls they gazed, you don't know how.

A son he had, who was my dad,
The second Darby Kelly, O.
As quick and true at rat-tat-too,
At roll-call or reveillez O,
When great Wolfe died, his country's pride,
To arms, to arms the father beat,
Each dale and hill remembers still
How loud and long, how clear and sweet!
And when from home from off the foam
He led the march with row-dow-dow
Och! what a shout the lads let out,
The lasses looked, you don't know how.

And now, small blame, I bear the name
And drum of Darby Kelly O.
Myself as true at rat-tat-too
At roll call or reveillez O.
With Wellington, old Ireland's sun,
I've beat the Mounseers out of Spain,
And now we march through laurel arch
And waving banners home again;
And as my sticks the same old tricks
They play with patt'ring row-dow-dow,
Man, woman, child, they've all gone wild,
The girls they gaze, you don't know how.


Source: Singing Together, Summer 1968, BBC Publications




Mr Happy

Posted - 18 May 04 - 01:40 pm

DMcG,Thanks very much.

I found a link to it on mudcat. The version there is slightly different to the 'Sining Together' one.

It's here:

http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Harding+B+16(67a)&id=06836.gif&seq=1&size=0





Mr Happy

Posted - 04 Mar 05 - 11:27 am

And here it is:

Darby Kelly

http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Harding+B+16(67a)&id=06836.gif&seq=1&size=0


My grandsire beat a drum so neat
His name was Darby Kelly-o
No lad so true at rat tat too
At roll call or reveille-o
When Marlboro?fs name first raised his fame
My granny beat the point of war
At Blenheim he, at Ramillie
Made ears to tingle near and far
For with his wrist he?fd such a twist
The girls would leer you don?ft know how
They laughed and cried and sighed and died
To hear him beat his row dow dow

A son he had which was my dad
As tight a lad as any oh!
You ?eere would know though you should go
From Chester to Kilkenny oh!
When great Wolf died, his country?fs pride
To arms my dapper father beat
Each dale and hill remembers still
How loud, how long, how strong, how neat
With each drumstick, he had the trick
The girls would leer, you don?ft know how
Their eyes would glisten, their ears would listen
To hear him beat his row dow dow

Yet ?eere I wed, ne?fer it be said
But that the foe I dare to meet
With Wellington, old Erin?fs son
To help to make them beat retreat
King Arthur once, or I?fm a dunce
Was called the hero of the age
But what was him to he we see
The Arthur of the modern page
For by the powers, from Lisbon?fs towers
Their trophies bore to grace his brow
He made nap prance right out of France
With his English, Irish, row dow dow





masato sakurai

Posted - 07 Mar 05 - 01:36 am

The Singing Together version is probably from C.V. Stanford, The National Song Book (Boosey, 1906, pp. 148-49), where triplets are given with a note: "If these triplets are found too difficult, the first note of each group can be sung as a quaver, and the two last omitted.--Ed." And it says "Poem adapted from Dibdin."

D |G2 B B2 D |G2 B B2 D |G2 B ((3B/c/B/ A) B | c2 A A2
w:My grand-sire beat the drum com-plete, His name was Dar__ - by Kel-ly O!






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