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Traditional Irish song

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JOHNNY McELDOU
Traditional Irish song

It was Johnny McEldou, and Magee and me
And a couple two or three went on a spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
And the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt gay

We visited McCann's, Maclamann's, Humpty Dann's
We then went into Swann's, our stomachs for to pack
We ordered out some feed, which indeed, we did need
And we finished it with speed, but we still felt slack

Johnny McEldou turned as blue as the dew
And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight
He shouted an encore with a roar for some more
That he'd never felt before such a keen appetite

He ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cram!
But him we couldn't tram though we tried our level best
And everything they brought, cold or hot, mattered not
It went down him like a shot and he still stood the test

He ordered tripe and lard, by the yard, we despared
We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought the bill
Told him to give o'r, but he swore he could lo're
Twice as much again and more before he had his fill

He nearly supped a trough full of broth, said MacGroth
"He'll have all the table cloth if ya don't haul him in!"
When the waiter brought the charge, MacEldou felt so large
He began to skulk and barge and his blood went on fire

He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in dispair
To finish the affair, called the shopman a liar
Shopman, he threw out and no doubt, he did clout
MacEldou, he kicked about like an old football
Tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose
He'd have killed him in a few blows in no time at all

MacEldou began to howl and to growl at mesoul'
Threw an empty bowl at the shopkeepers head
Struck at Mickey Flinn, peeled the skin off his chin
And the rustles did begin and we all fought and bled

Peelers did arrive, man alive! Four or five
At us they made a drive for us all to march away
Paid for all the meat that we ate, stood atrait
And went home to ruminate on the spree that day

Sea Fire Productions Inc, c&p 2003

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from Heather Alexander and the Album of Secrets, released April 1, 2003
Vocal & Bodhran: Heather Alexander

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Alexander James Adams Redmond, Washington

A changling from the Land of Fae, Heather brings stories and songs from a world where magic never dies and anything can happen if you only believe.

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