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Lyr Req: Bottles of Black Porter (Ted Desmond)
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Subject: Bottles of black porter From: Umberto De Palma Date: 11 Jan 97 - 10:44 AM Anybody knows where to find in Internet the Irish song called: "Bottles of black Porter"? Ted Desmond wrote the words, and ther air is based on "The Farmer making Hay". |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BOTTLES OF BLACK PORTER (Ted Desmond) From: George Seto - af221@chebucto.ns.ca Date: 14 Dec 06 - 01:52 AM irishsongs.com
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Subject: RE: Bottles of black porter From: McGrath of Harlow Date: 14 Dec 06 - 03:56 PM I'm sure that first verse should read more like: I was born so small and weak no bottle could I touch or take until the nurse the order gave go get that child some porter |
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Subject: RE: Bottles of black porter From: George Seto - af221@chebucto.ns.ca Date: 15 Dec 06 - 12:40 AM I would not be surprised if your thought might not be correct. It doesn't quite make sense the way I found it, but I left it that way since I didn't know. Thanks again. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BOTTLES OF BLACK PORTER (Ted Desmond) From: Jim Dixon Date: 19 Dec 09 - 07:40 PM Here's how it appears in Ballads from the Pubs of Ireland by James N. Healy (Dublin and Cork: The Mercier Press, 3rd edition, 1968), page 14: BOTTLES OF BLACK PORTER Words, Ted Desmond. Music based on THE FARMER MAKING HAY. 1. I was born so small and weak [pronounced "wake"] No bottle could I touch or take Until the nurse the order spake: "Go get that child some porter." CHORUS: Tooriloo, riloo, riloo Tooriloo, riloo, riloo Tooriloo, riloo, riloo O give that child some porter. 2. And so to man's estate I grew. My medicine chart no bottles knew, Nor potions, pills or powder blue, But bottles of plain porter. 3. Churchill and Dev are two good sports, But when Churchill, very out of sorts, Asked from Dev the Irish Ports, Dev told him to stick to porter. 4. Some fear to swim the river Lee, The Shannon, Boyne, or old Liffey, But who wouldn't chance the Irish Sea If frothy brine were porter? 5. Paddy Flaherty on a skite Travelled pubs by day and night But what did he drink when he got tight? He called for pints of porter. 6. And now my song has come to an end. My homeward way I soon must wend. I'm hoping that the gods will send Another round of porter. |
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