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Bold Thady Quill

  • Trad

    For ramblin', for rovin', for football' or courtin'
    For drinkin' black porter as fast as you'd fill
    In all your days rovin' you'll find none so jovial
    As our Muskerry sportsman, the bold Thady Quill

    Ye maids of Dunhallow who're anxious for courting
    A word of advice I will give unto ye
    Proceed to Banteer to the athletic sporting
    And hand in your names to the club committee
    And never commence any skits on your programme
    Till the carriage you see flying over the hill
    Right down through the valleys and glens of Kilcorney
    With our own darling sportsman the bold Thady Quill

    At the great hurling match between Cork and Tipperary
    ('Twas played in the park on the banks of the Lee)
    Our own darling lads were afraid of being beaten
    So they sent for bold Thady to Ballinagree
    He hurled the ball right and left in their faces
    And showed the Tipperary men action and skill
    If they touched on his lines he would certainly brain them
    And the papers were full of the praise of Thade Quill

    At the Cork Exhibition there was a fair lady
    Whose fortune exceeded a million or more
    But a bad constitution had ruined her completely
    And medical treatment had failed o'er and o'er
    Our Mother, says she, sure I know what will ease me
    And cure this disease that will certainly kill
    Give over your doctors and medical treatment
    I'd rather one squeeze out of bold Thady Quill

    As sung by The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem

    Not used:

    Thady was famous in many other places
    At the athletic meeting held out in Cloghroe
    He won the long jump without throwing off his braces
    Going fifty-four feet every sweep he would throw
    At the putting of the weight there was a Dublin man foremost
    But Thady outreached and exceeded him still
    And around the whole field rang the wild ringing chorus
    Here's luck to our hero, the bold Thady Quill

    In the year ninety-one before Parnell was taken
    Thade was outrageously breaking the peace
    He got a light sentence for causing commotion
    And six months' hard labour for batin' police
    But in spite of coercion he's still agitating
    Every drop of his life's blood he's willing to spill
    To gain for old Ireland complete liberation
    Till then there's no rest for me, says bold Thady Quill

    Tune: Nell Flaherty's Drake

Susannes Folksong-Notizen

  • [1979:] The most modest Corkman of them all. This song was written c. 1905. Thady [a champion hurler from Co. Cork] was allegedly a native of the Macroon area. (Loesberg III, 74)

Quelle: Ireland

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