Their greatests- Leurs meilleures

by The Irish Bastards

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released March 26, 2012

Jean-Philippe Goupil: Voix, guitare, banjo ténor
Alexandre Veillette: Mandoline, voix
Dylan Perron: Banjo 5 cordes, voix
Lisa Demay: Violon, voix


Contrebasse: Daniel Marcoux
Photographie: Vanessa Viera
Infographie: Nadia Zheng
Logo: Pier Emmanuelle Malouin
Mixage: Jean-Philippe Goupil
Enregistré et réalisé par Irish Bastards dans les studios Icitélà.

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The Irish Bastards Québec

The Irish Bastards est composé de Jean-Philippe Goupil (voix, guitare et banjo ténor), Dylan Perron (banjo et voix), Lisa Demay (violon et voix) et Alexandre Veillette (Mandoline, voix, guitare, podorythmie). En présentant un cocktail de musique traditionnelle québécoise, celtique et bluegrass ils ne manquent pas une occasion pour faire chanter et danser leur publique. ... more

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Track Name: House carpenter
“Well met, my own true love"

"Well met" cried she

"I've just returned from the salt sea

And it's all for the love of thee"

"I could have married the King's Daughter there

And she would have married me

But I forsaken my kings daughter there

And it's all for the love of thee"

"If you could have married the King's Daughter dear

I'm sure you are to blame

For I am married to a house carpenter

And I’m sure he’s a fine young man"

"Forsake, forsake your house carpenter

And come along with me

I'll take you to where the green grass grows

To the shores of the sunny Italy"

So up she picked her babies’ sweet 

And kissed them, one two three

Saying "take good care of your daddy while I’m gone,
Keep him good company"

They were sailin’ about two weeks

I’m sure it was not three
When the youngest of the girls, she came on deck

Sayin’ she wants company.

"Are you weeping for your house and your home?
Is that where you long to be?”
“No, I’m not weeping for my house carpenter,
I’m weeping for my babies three.”

“Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as white as snow.”
“Those are the hills of the heaven my love
Where you and I’ll never go.”

“Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as dark as night.”
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love
Where you and I will unite.”
Track Name: Cod liver oil
I'm a young married man and I'm tired of me life
But lately I’ve married and manned me a wife
She does nothing all day, only sit’s down and sigh
And I wish to the lord that I only could die.

Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh dear Dr John
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong
I'm afraid of me life, I'll go down in the soil
If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil.

A friend of me own came to see me one day
He told me my wife she was fading away
He afterwards told me that she would get strong
If I’d buy her a bottle from dear Dr John.

I gave her a bottle, well just for to try
And the way that she drank it you'd swear she was dry
I gave her another, it vanished just the same
And I think she’s got cod liver oil up her brain.

Me house it resembles a great doctor's shop
It is filled up with bottles from bottom to top
And when, in the morning, the kettle does boil
I swear, it was singing out: «Cod liver oil».
Track Name: Henry my son
Where have you been all the day,
Henry my son?
Where have you been all the day,
My beloved one?
Away, in the meadow
Away, in the meadow
Make my bed, I’ve a pain in me head
And I want to lie down.

What did you have to eat
Henry my son?
What did you have to eat
My beloved one?
Some poisoned beans
Some poisoned beans
Make my bed, I’ve a pain in me head
And I want to lie down.

What will it leave your mother?
Henry my son?
What will it leave your mother?
My beloved one?
A bed to deuil on
A bed to deuil on
Make my bed, I’ve a pain in me head
And I want to lie down.

What will it leave your sweetheart?
Henry my son?
What will it leave your sweetheart?
My beloved one?
A rope to hang her
A rope to hang her
Make my bed, I’ve a pain in me head
And I want to lie down.
Track Name: As I roved out
«Who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
And who are you, me pretty fair maid
who are you, me honey?»
She answered me quite modestly:
«I am me mommy’s darling».

With me too-ry-ay
Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh.

«Will you come to me mother's house,
When the moon is shining clearly (repeat)
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
devil'o one would hear us.»

So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly (repeat)
She opened the door and she let me in
devil the one did hear us.

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable (repeat)
"There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse,
To eat it if he's able."

Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table (repeat)
«There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink it if he’s able.»

Then I got up and I made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy (repeat)
Then I got up and laid her down
«Lassie, are you able?»

And there we lay till the break of day
And devil a one did hear us (repeat)
Then I arose and put on me clothes
«Lassie, I must leave you.»

«When will you return again
And when will we get married» (repeat)
«When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married.»
Track Name: Don't come again
The first time that I saw my love, it was at a ball
I looked at her, I gazed at her, far above them all
But aye she looked on me with scorn and disdain
And the bonny wee lassie's answer was to no come again
Was to no come again
And the bonny wee lassie's answer was to no come again

The next time that I saw my love, it was at a wake
I looked at her, I gazed at her, I thought my heart would break
But aye she looked on me with scorn and disdain
And the bonnie wee lassie's answer was to no come again
Was to no come again
And the bonny wee lassie's answer was to not come again

It being six months after, a little or above
When Cupid shot his arrow and he's wounded my true love
He's wounded her severely, which caused her to complain
And she wrote to me a letter sayin'
"You might come again" Sayin' "You might come again"
And she wrote to me a letter, sayin' "You might come again"

Well, I wrote her back an answer for to let her know
While life was in my body t'was there I wouldn’ aye go
While life was in my body and while it does remain
I will aye mind the girl who said don't come again
Who said don't come again
I will aye mind the girl who said don't come again

So come all you pretty young girls a warning take by me
Never slight a young man wherever you may be
For if you do you're sure to rue and cause you to complain
And you'll aye rue the day that you said,
"Don't come again" You said "Don't come again"
And you'll aye rue the day that you said, "Don't come again"
Track Name: The irish rover
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty-seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides'
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million barrels of old nanny goate tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
And the ladies lined up for a set
He would tootle with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a mule
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over

It turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
Track Name: Dans Paris y'a une brune
Dans Paris y'a une brune plus belle que le jour
Ils sont trois bourgeois de la ville qui lui font la cour
Qui lui font la cour la lurette
Qui lui font la cour

Ils se disent l'un à l'autre : Comment l'aurions-nous ?
Le plus jeune dit aux autres : Moi je sais le tour
Moi je sais le tour la lurette
Moi je sais le tour

Je me ferai faire une selle couverte en argent
Et j'irai de porte en porte tout en demandant
Tout en demandant la lurette
Tout en demandant

M’indiqueriez-vous mesdames le chemins des grands
Allez jusqu’à la barrière, revenez-vous en
Revenez vous en la lurette
Revenez vous en

Allez jusqu'à la barrière, là revenez-vous en
Fille qui était jeunette elle a été plus avant
Elle a été plus avant la lurette
Elle a été plus avant

Le galant qu'est fort habile il la prit par la main
Il la prit et il l'amène sur son cheval blanc
Sur son cheval blanc la lurette
Sur son cheval blanc

Adieu père et adieu mère, adieu tous mes parents
Si vous m'aviez mariée à l'âge de quinze ans
À l'âge de quinze ans la lurette
À l'âge de quinze ans

Si vous m'aviez mariée à l'âge de quinze ans
Je ne serais point dans la ville avec tous ces brigands
Avec tous ces brigands la lurette
Avec tous ces brigands