Culchie Music

bakkiesbotha · 27-07-2009 02:42PM #1

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 · 27-07-2009 02:44PM

Don't encourage them for pity's sake.

jumpguy · 27-07-2009 02:45PM

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 · 27-07-2009 02:46PM

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

Latter means the second one

Armin_Tamzarian · 27-07-2009 02:49PM

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 · 27-07-2009 02:52PM

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

tolosenc · 27-07-2009 02:53PM

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 · 27-07-2009 02:56PM

My Mam loves The Bards

http://www.thebards.ie/

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

pq0n1ct4ve8zf5 · 27-07-2009 03:02PM

"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 · 27-07-2009 03:04PM

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

An Fear Aniar · 27-07-2009 03:05PM

This is where it's at:

Happy days!:)

.

lala stone · 27-07-2009 03:06PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:07PM

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

GA361 · 27-07-2009 03:10PM

lala stone wrote: »

whats the tune??!

The SAM song

Alessandra · 27-07-2009 03:12PM

All culchies where I'm from love Tiestos.

Wertz · 27-07-2009 03:13PM

lala stone wrote: »

whats the tune??!

Ghost riders in the sky - Johnny Cash

AnonoBoy · 27-07-2009 03:16PM

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

Ruu_Old · 27-07-2009 03:18PM

Alessandra wrote: »

All culchies where I'm from love Tiestos.

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

27-07-2009 03:18PM

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

Adamcp898 · 27-07-2009 03:19PM

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

I'd drive my tractor into your haystack anytime

Snowie · 27-07-2009 03:20PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:22PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:22PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:23PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:24PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:28PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:30PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:32PM

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

McArmalite · 27-07-2009 03:33PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:34PM

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 · 27-07-2009 03:37PM

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

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