MC FLATTOTHEMAT PT2

Dreamers and Believers

Fiddle In The Band - Jimmy Buckley

Ya Cant Stay Here

Michael English  Joey on the Fiddle

A tongue-in-cheek country comedy tale about Ken’s misadventures at the strip club, told with a wink and a dark punchline.

Kens Funeral

RED-HAIRED MARY (LYRICS)

While going to the fair of Dingle,
One fine morning last July;
While going up the road before me,
A red haired girl and I chanced to spy.
I went up to her, says I "Young lady,
My donkey he will carry two;
Well, seeing as how you have a donkey,
To the Dingle fair I'll ride with you."
Now, when we reached the town of Dingle,
I took her hand to say goodbye;
When a tinker man stood up beside me,
And he belted me in my left eye.

Chorus:
Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I will soon be wed;
We'll see the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a married bed.

Now, I was feeling kind of peevish,
And my poor eye was sad and sore;
So I tapped him gently with me hobnail,
And he fell back through Murphy's door.
A policeman came around the corner,
And he told me I had broke the law;
Then, the donkey kicked him in the kneecap,
And he fell down and broke his jaw.
Then he went off to find his brother,
The biggest man you ever did meet;
And he gently tapped me with his knuckles,
And I was minus two front teeth.

Chorus:
Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I will soon be wed.
We'll see the priest this very morning;
And tonight we'll lie in a married bed.

The red haired girl, she kept on smiling,
"I'll go with you young man" she said;
"We'll forget the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in Murphy's shed."
Now, through the town we rode together,
My black eye and her red hair;
Smiling gaily at the tinkers,
And me God, we were a handsome pair.

Chorus:
Take your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I will soon be wed;
We'll forget the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in Murphy's shed.

Patrick Feeney - Red Haired Mary

Bob Bradley - You Got Me

Paul Kelly On The Market

Scania 164

The Blacksmith And The Barman MICHAEL ENGLISH

From the restless heart of singer-songwriter Daimon Williams rises Wicked Willy.  On a musical canvas of soulful acoustics, Williams &amp; Co. paint the honest melodies which we're all wishing for in these times of uncertainty...

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