Culchie Music

bakkiesbotha

I had a summer job in a benighted part of the country some years ago, and still remember the music from those days.

One day I was hitchhiking and I got a lift from an otherwise normal looking woman who was singing along to a tape. One song was about potatoes, and the chorus went something like this:

Spuds, spuds, spuds,
Ahhhh these spuds are really great!
Lots of lovely spuds,
Ahhhh stick 'em on me plate!

The next song was about bacon and cabbage:

I'm a savage for bacon and cabbage
Me belly starts achin' when I smell the bacon

Around that same time there used to be great craic in the pubs with some other guy who would come up with these double entendres about farming and sex, like:

Did you ever get a ride, ever get a ride, ever get a ride on a tractor, etc.

And there was a guy who sang in the bars. His name was Francie, and he would do covers of country songs with people's names in them but he would substitute his own name so he would sing:

Lay Down Francie
Francie Don't Take Your Love to Town
You Picked a Fine Time to Leave me Francie.
And so on

Is this kind of thing still a part of country culture? Is this the sort of stuff that goes on in Flannery's and the Portobello?

Hagar

Don't encourage them for pity's sake.

jumpguy

No, not really, don't really hear em singing about spuds these days. Hardly no young people I know employed in farming, so you wouldn't hear farming double-entendres.

Do love bacon and cabbage.

Quazzie

I can't decide if you are a troll or just ignorant. I'm guessing the latter.

Latter means the second one

Armin_Tamzarian

You only have to get worried when you hear the locals starting to sing songs like this one.

Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of ArmaLites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon that we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the brits away
It wasn't very long before I joined the IRA

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

Then there came internment in the year of '71
The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run
On that early august morning they kicked in our back door
But for every man they took away they missed twenty more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan
Although they locked away a boy I walked out a man
There's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I lay
The Brits will never leave us until they're blown away

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fall

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

A Neurotic

I've heard that ride on a tractor one before. There's like 10 verses. Urgh.

tolosenc

Armin_Tamzarian wrote: »

You only have to get worried when you hear them starting to songs like this one.

Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of ArmaLites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon that we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the brits away
It wasn't very long before I joined the IRA

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

Then there came internment in the year of '71
The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run
On that early august morning they kicked in our back door
But for every man they took away they missed twenty more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan
Although they locked away a boy I walked out a man
There's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I lay
The Brits will never leave us until they're blown away

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fall

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

:eek:

Das Kitty

My Mam loves The Bards

http://www.thebards.ie/

I wouldn't mind but she's from Dublin.

pq0n1ct4ve8zf5

"Didja ever get your hole, didja ever get your hole, didja ever get your whole weeks wages?" Classic choon.

In my secondary school for some reason people used to sing extra verses of that based around the first names of people who were meeting "Did you ever get your Mags, did you ever get your Mags, did you ever get your Mags and your Phelim?" Jaysis lad the bus used to go mad for that so it did

minidazzler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c45Lna2lvxs

An Fear Aniar

This is where it's at:

Happy days!:)

.

lala stone

Armin_Tamzarian wrote: »

You only have to get worried when you hear the locals starting to sing songs like this one.

Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of ArmaLites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon that we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the brits away
It wasn't very long before I joined the IRA

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

Then there came internment in the year of '71
The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run
On that early august morning they kicked in our back door
But for every man they took away they missed twenty more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan
Although they locked away a boy I walked out a man
There's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I lay
The Brits will never leave us until they're blown away

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fall

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

whats the tune??!

jumpguy

The IRA one is catchy. I can see it being a chart-topper if you let Timbaland at it.

GA361

lala stone wrote: »

whats the tune??!

The SAM song

Alessandra

All culchies where I'm from love Tiestos.

Wertz

lala stone wrote: »

whats the tune??!

Ghost riders in the sky - Johnny Cash

AnonoBoy

Curse you Richie Kavanagh and your gorgeous locks of beautiful silken hair!

Ruu_Old

Alessandra wrote: »

All culchies where I'm from love Tiestos.

I think you mean Taytos!:) The Baler Rap is a good one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXx6yNd_Yas

Adamcp898

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZY6jC5Dh6c

I'd drive my tractor into your haystack anytime

Snowie

An Fear Aniar wrote: »

This is where it's at:

Happy days!:)

.

things like that shouldn't be posted its like that Muppet richi kavanah

pikachucheeks

They're mad for 'The Tones' in Cork.
Hence why I never fit in and got out as soon as I could!

It's so pretentious to sing about "coffin ships" and losing both legs in the war in Vietnam if you've never experienced it!

WIZE

The Town Pants Seven Drunk Nights Lyrics:
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/PeJm ]
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before.

I like this song when im drunk

McArmalite

Armin_Tamzarian wrote: »

You only have to get worried when you hear the locals starting to sing songs like this one.

Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of ArmaLites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon that we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the brits away
It wasn't very long before I joined the IRA

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

Then there came internment in the year of '71
The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run
On that early august morning they kicked in our back door
But for every man they took away they missed twenty more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan
Although they locked away a boy I walked out a man
There's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I lay
The Brits will never leave us until they're blown away

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fall

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

Or what about the RUC's little song ( can't remember it all ) that they used to loudly sing on patrol to the tune I was Born Under a Wandering Star

If bullets are meant for firing
And skulls are meant to crack
You never seen a better taig
Than one with a bullet through his back

A Neurotic

F*cking Rathlin bog or whateverthef*ck it is does my head in.

"With the bird in the nest in the tree in the field..." or some shít.

pikachucheeks

I met Richie Kavanagh once.
My school took us to the ploughing championships when we were in fourth year, back in the day.
We headed straight for the alcohol tent, got drunk and then I saw him... him and his delightful patchwork dungarees!

He was signing autographs for "fans" so I joined the queue, wanting to get one for my dad who despises culchie music :P
When I got to speak to Richie, he barked at me "what's yer name?" Being drunk and wanting the autograph for someone else, I said "Paul" rather than explaining the situation! ... He looked at me like I was mental. This teenage girl called Paul! :pac:

brummytom

BVB wrote: »

The Town Pants Seven Drunk Nights Lyrics:
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/PeJm ]
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before.

I like this song when im drunk

Absolutely legendary song.

You can't beat Ronnie singing it though, even if they're "only allowed to sing 5 of em"

Chocoholic84

Dunno about that spuds one, but the Saw Doctors are the cool kings of culchie!

McArmalite

brummytom wrote: »

Absolutely legendary song.

You can't beat Ronnie singing it though, even if they're "only allowed to sing 5 of em"

Seven Drunken Nights actually caused a mega protest from the Catholic church in the 60's who wanted it banned. Apparently the Dubliners brought it out and the church went ape about it as they said it attack on the marriage :eek: !!!! SERIOUS ( Ask your folks if they are old enough to remember )

mickos

Armin_Tamzarian wrote: »

You only have to get worried when you hear the locals starting to sing songs like this one.

Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of ArmaLites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon that we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried and they're going to worry more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the brits away
It wasn't very long before I joined the IRA

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

Then there came internment in the year of '71
The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run
On that early august morning they kicked in our back door
But for every man they took away they missed twenty more

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan
Although they locked away a boy I walked out a man
There's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I lay
The Brits will never leave us until they're blown away

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my fallen comrades as I watch the choppers fall

Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA
SAM missiles in the sky

I always thought it was skud missiles in the sky:o

brummytom

McArmalite wrote: »

Seven Drunken Nights actually caused a mega protest from the Catholic church in the 60's who wanted it banned. Apparently the Dubliners brought it out and the church went ape about it as they said it attack on the marriage :eek: !!!! SERIOUS ( Ask your folks if they are old enough to remember )

My folks would have been 6 + 8 when it came out :P
But yeah, RTE definitely banned it (I think they only un-banned it, as it were, in like the 70s/80s!). God bless Radio Caroline

funk-you

I thought this thread was going to be about Journey, Phil Collins, Queen and the Wolfe Tones.

/Puts hatred back in pocket and exits thread

-Funk

Fratton Fred

ooh ooh, can i have a go, I've got some good "Folk" music...

runs off to google screwdriver - no surrender to the IRA...

then hides..:D

brummytom

funk-you wrote: »

I thought this thread was going to be about Journey, Phil Collins, Queen and the Wolfe Tones.

/Puts hatred back in pocket and exits thread

-Funk

I strangely like the Wolfe Tones - with the slight disadvantage being I'm English


And I'm obsessed with Irish folk music.. I'm really not a normal teenage lad

Nalz

inner city Dublin songs = culchie?

huh? gimme 7 drunken nights over most of the bullshi't on the radio anyday

Lady Gaga me hole!

Fratton Fred

Trilla wrote: »

Lady, Gaga me hole!

Said the Bishop to the actress

mickos

Knew a few lads that thought this was the best dance tune ever. Country fucks. they give us all a bad name. Facepalm

raah!

I don't know why people think the original poster was a troll, it's about time the spud song got some recognition. A classic by anyones standards!

bm365

Oh....I am a savage for bacon and cabbage

rossie1977

muse are better than any irish culchie music

Schism

That Ritchie Kavanagh type stuff is a load of bollocks but I do like a bit of decent trad... yep it's out, I'm a culchie.

That_Guy

A Neurotic wrote: »

F*cking Rathlin bog or whateverthef*ck it is does my head in.

"With the bird in the nest in the tree in the field..." or some shít.

[Chorus:]
Oh ho the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-oh
Oh ho the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-oh

Now, in this bog,
There was a tree,
A rare tree,
A rattlin' tree,
The tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

Now, on this tree,
There was a limb,
A rare limb,
A rattlin' limb,
The limb on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

Now, on this limb,
There was a branch,
A rare branch,
A rattlin' branch,
The branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

On this branch,
There was a twig,
A rare twig,
A rattlin' twig,
The twig on the branch
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

On this twig,
There was a nest,
A rare nest,
A rattlin' nest,
The nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

In the nest,
There was an egg,
A rare egg,
A rattlin' egg,
The egg in the nest,
And the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

On the egg,
There was a bird,
A rare bird,
A rattlin' bird,
The bird on the egg,
And the egg in the nest,
And the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

On the bird,
There was feather,
A rare feather,
A rattlin' feather,
The feather on the bird,
And the bird on the egg,
And the egg in the nest,
And the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

On the feather,
There was a flea,
A rare flea,
A rattlin' flea
The flea on the feather,
And the feather on the bird,
And the bird on the egg,
And the egg in the nest,
And the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-oh!

[Chorus]

And the bog shall live in the valley-oh!


A drunken tune myself and a mate always sing. We always just get as far as the end of the highlighted part.

PhysiologyRocks

Anyone know Bob's Song?

WIZE

PhysiologyRocks wrote: »

Anyone know Bob's Song?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IWKhYQarJU

bakkiesbotha

Quazzie wrote: »

I can't decide if you are a troll or just ignorant. I'm guessing the latter.

Latter means the second one

WTF?

Thanks for your contribution. Any time you're struggling with a decision do let me know about it. I'm very interested in your thought processes.

3hn2givr7mx1sc

The 'culchie songs' are deadly, at least ya can sing along ta them and make up your own words when your to drunk ta remember the proper ones:D

Rebels songs are brilliant, catchy tunes and meaningful words, what more could you ask for?

Dudess

I thought the OP was referring to Summer of '69, Living On a Prayer and Sweet Child O' Mine.

Seven Drunken Nights a culchie song? No way! Trad and folk aren't necessarily culchie-ish at all (e.g. The Dubliners, Dublin City Ramblers, Chieftains).

culchienator

finally a forum about my music :P

brummytom

Sorry for my ignorance, I think I've been told this before actually but can't remember


What's a culchie?

PrivateEye

The Dubliners are as far from culchie-music as you can get. I hate that attitude towards classics like The Dubliners actually, if an American 'indie-folk' band came out with half them songs they'd be packing out Vicar Street, as far as folk music goes The Dubliners lead the pack. Nothing bugs me more than hearing young Dubs I know lump them in with what I consider 'Aer Lingus' music, especially when its youngsters who 'party hard' but wouldn't last half a night with that lot, or floppy haired young lads who make what they consider "folky music, like Bob Dylan and Wilco and sh/t" Suppose if they were Irish they wouldn't listen to 'em either :rolleyes:

What's a culchie?

I've gone for a very simple colour code here, basically the white ones.

DubMedic

bakkiesbotha wrote: »

Is this kind of thing still a part of country culture?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uzae_SqbmDE

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