| 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! | ||