Extra verses courtesy Nick Dow and Nelly Quinn McDonagh. It's an old Irish Travellers song and there are several versions. "Lining with straw" refers to making one's shoes more comfortable to walk in by padding with straw. Ouch! Nelly's version is also on youtube. Nick Dow's verses were added to the thread for this song on Mudcat. Ould Cooney, young Colley and ould Martin Quinn, Well they made up together to smuggle the tin, Refrain (after each verse): With me right toorin-arinan, right toorin-arinan, Right toorin-anay. Well they walked all the day boys till the heels they grew raw, Well they hadn't the comfort of lining with straw. Says Colley to Cooney "If you take my advice" "Don't take that ould mare 'cuz she's not very nice." "I'll take her," says Cooney, "I like her ould tricks" When he starts to yoke her, then she starts to kick Oh pity old Cooney, pity him then, To see his poor nose hanging down to his chin! [that's after the mare kicked him] "I'll yoke her", says Colley "I'm wise to her tricks." But the more that he yoked her, the more the mare kicks. "The hills they are high boys, th'oul' mare she is thin, And my heart lies a-trembling for fear she'll give in." "I once had a piebald all covered in dots, And it's many's the fiver she's won in the trots." Up came th'oul' sergeant with a laugh and a grin, "I'll have ye inside boys for the smuggling of tin." Ould Cooley stood up boys to make the excuse, "If you leave us all go sir, it's home we will scoot." But said th'oul' sergeant with a laugh and a smile, "I'll have ye inside boys for smuggling a while." Up jumps young Colley and took a wild swing, And clipped the old sergeant right under the chin! We crossed back the border, we blessed the ould faith, "To hell with the black North, we're in the Free-State."
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God rest you liam may god give you a bed in heaven the song you sang was about my father and my grandfather R.I.P
Absolutely tune ...I had an ol pieball all covered in spots it's many a 5r she Wone
On ghe trots
That Bodhran drum
Beats like my heart
Steady stout and true
And Always on time
Great singer wonderful person
Great Tune
Wasn't I lucky to meet him now and see his lovely hens and roosters in the back yard. I seem to remember a golden Cockerel.
Hi, I'm his great grandchild
@@briancahill15 Do you sing too? He was a great man.x
The real deal, R.I.P. Liam
True original perfection
Brilliant.
Nice one Gyles, youtube shouldn't be deprived of Liam.
Aww thxs hi, I am his great grandchild
What's the lyrics thanks
Extra verses courtesy Nick Dow and Nelly Quinn McDonagh. It's an old Irish Travellers song and there are several versions. "Lining with straw" refers to making one's shoes more comfortable to walk in by padding with straw. Ouch! Nelly's version is also on youtube. Nick Dow's verses were added to the thread for this song on Mudcat.
Ould Cooney, young Colley and ould Martin Quinn,
Well they made up together to smuggle the tin,
Refrain (after each verse):
With me right toorin-arinan, right toorin-arinan,
Right toorin-anay.
Well they walked all the day boys till the heels they grew raw,
Well they hadn't the comfort of lining with straw.
Says Colley to Cooney "If you take my advice"
"Don't take that ould mare 'cuz she's not very nice."
"I'll take her," says Cooney, "I like her ould tricks"
When he starts to yoke her, then she starts to kick
Oh pity old Cooney, pity him then,
To see his poor nose hanging down to his chin! [that's after the mare kicked him]
"I'll yoke her", says Colley "I'm wise to her tricks."
But the more that he yoked her, the more the mare kicks.
"The hills they are high boys, th'oul' mare she is thin,
And my heart lies a-trembling for fear she'll give in."
"I once had a piebald all covered in dots,
And it's many's the fiver she's won in the trots."
Up came th'oul' sergeant with a laugh and a grin,
"I'll have ye inside boys for the smuggling of tin."
Ould Cooley stood up boys to make the excuse,
"If you leave us all go sir, it's home we will scoot."
But said th'oul' sergeant with a laugh and a smile,
"I'll have ye inside boys for smuggling a while."
Up jumps young Colley and took a wild swing,
And clipped the old sergeant right under the chin!
We crossed back the border, we blessed the ould faith,
"To hell with the black North, we're in the Free-State."
R.I.P. Liam
Ik Hi, I'm his great grandchild
I remember this as a young girl... 🌈
My grandfather's song
I'm his great grandchild hi
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