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The Pub Songs Podcast is a personal podcast of Marc Gunn. It opens with some pub songs from Ireland, Scotland and around the world, song that you may hear in pubs, plus, folk song lyrics and news. It also features poetry, rants, and raves and some of the favorite non-Celtic bands of Marc Gunn.
Sunday, September 17, 2006Pub Songs Podcast #15 - Rattlin' the Folk Song Tradition with Skullcrusher MountainSongs:
Download MP3  Pub Songs Podcast #15 - Rattlin' the Folk Song Tradition with Skullcrusher MountainFoggy Dew music traditional, words by Father P. O'Neill 'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. When armed line of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipes did hum, no battle drum Did sound its loud tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew. Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out a flag of war. 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through; While Brittania's huns with their great big guns Sailed in through the foggy dew. O' the night fell black and the rifles' crack Made "Perfidious Abion" reel 'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame Did shine o'er the lines of steel. By each shining blade a prayer was siad That to Ireland her sons be true, And when morning broke still the war flag shook Out its fold in the foggy dew 'Twas England bade our wild geese go That small nations might be free. But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves On the fringe of the gray North Sea. But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Cathal Brugha, Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew. The bravest fell, and the solemn bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Watertide In the springing of the year. And the world did gaze with deep amaze At those fearless men, but few Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew. Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more. But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you, For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew. Lyrics to Foggy Dew found here. Posted by Marc Gunn on Sunday, September 17, 2006
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Great show! Looking forward to season two.
What you're trying to do with the who/what/where/etc... is a lot like the Force Your Connections hack (#20) from Mind Performance Hacks.
I'm trying to work up a "good" set of who/what/where for you, will post it when I've got something suitable crazy.
Here's some stuff...
What - Dungeons & Dragons, Kobolds
Who - Gary Gygax
When - Present-Day
Where - a foreign country (Norway, or...Iceland?)
Why - Because everyone should brake for Kobolds
Sorry if they're, um, bad (Norway? Psh).
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