LIVE  @  THE  EXCHANGE

LIVE @ THE EXCHANGE Big Paddy's third album, the live album, has finally been released!  It was recorded at The Exchange Tavern on August 29th of 2008, with a hopping crowd of fans and newcomers alike.  It was a roarin' good time, and we've got some video from it as well!

Guitars, Mandolin, Banjo, Bodhran: Jon Sherman Vocals & Percussion: Sean Michael Kayo Gaughan Release Date: November 7th 2008 Recorded At: The Exchange Tavern, Westminster CO Our Thanks To: Teddi, Gary, Corey, James, and Thea at The Exchange Tavern; Park & Nate at Audio Park Studio; Hugh at Tapes Again; webmaster Nathan Graham; plus Swan Ink, Josh Burleson of HD Denver, and last but by no means least OUR BELOVED FANS!

Songlist: "Sam Hall" ~ traditional   "Star Of The County Down" ~ traditional   "A Pinch O' Snuff (instrumental)" ~ traditional   "Finnegan's Wake" ~ traditional "Drunken Sailor" ~ traditional   "Donegal Express" ~ originally by Shane MacGowan   "Folsom Prison Blues" ~ originally by Johnny Cash   "What's Left Of The Flag" ~ originally by Flogging Molly   "Come Out Ye Black & Tans" ~ traditional     "The Raggle-Taggle Gypsy" ~ traditional   "Nancy Whiskey" ~ traditional "Bottle Of Smoke" ~ originally by The Pogues "A Man You Don't Meet Every Day" ~ originally by The Pogues   "Big Paddy Blues" ~ by Big Paddy

1. SAM HALL - a traditional song (also performed by Johnny Cash)

Well, my name is Sam Hall, chimneysweep, chimneysweep
Yes, my name is Sam Hall, chimneysweep
My name is Sam Hall, and I’ve robbed ‘em great and small
And my neck’ll pay fer it all, when I die, when I die
And I hate you one and all, s’ damn your eyes!

See, it all went like this:

They said I killed a man they said, so they said, so they said
I killed a man they said, so they said
Well I killed a man they said, said I bashed his bloody head
With a great big lump of lead, damn their eyes, damn their eyes
With a great big lump of lead, damn their eyes!

So they put me in the quad, in the quad, in the quad
They put me in the quad, in the quad
Beat iron bars with iron rods
And they left me there to die, damn their eyes, damn their eyes
And they left me there to die, damn their eyes!

Well the parson he did come, he did come, he did come
The parson he did come, he did come
Well the parson he did come, and he looked so fuckin’ glum
And he talked ‘til Kingdom Come, damn his eyes, damn his eyes
And he can kiss my fuckin’ bum, damn his eyes!

So I went to Palden Hill, in a cart, in a cart
I went to Palden Hill, in a cart
Well, I went to Palden Hill and I said “God, I’ve had my fill!”
And I tied the rope right well, damn their eyes, damn their eyes
On top of Palden Hill, damn their eyes!

Well, the sheriff, he came too, he came too, he came too
The sheriff, he came too, he came too
Well, the sheriff he came too, with all his bloody boys in blue
And all his fuckin’ crew, damn their eyes, damn their eyes
They said, “Sam we’ll see you through, damn your eyes!”

I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd, in the crowd
I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd
I saw Molly in the crowd, and I shouted right out loud
I said, "Now Molly, aren't you proud? Damn your eyes, damn your eyes!"
I said, "Now Molly, aren't you proud? Damn your eyes!"

But up this ladder I did go, it’s no joke, it’s no joke
Up this ladder I did go, it’s no joke
Up this ladder I did go, and the hangman pulled the rope
And these little words I spoke, tumbling down, tumbling down
And these little words I spoke, tumbling down:

Well, my name is Sam Hall, chimneysweep, chimneysweep
Yes, my name is Sam Hall, chimneysweep
My name is Sam Hall, and I’ve robbed ‘em great and small
And my neck’ll pay fer it all, when I die, when I die
And I hate you one and all, s’ damn your eyes!

And my name is Sam Hall, damn your eyes...


History: "Sam Hall" was adapted from an earlier song called 'Jack Hall', about a British chimney sweep who was hanged for burglary in 1701.  The song has been recorded many times, with many variations in the lyrics.

2. STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN - (traditional)

Near Banbridge Town, in the County Down,
One morning last July,
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet colleen,
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so neat, from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Such a coaxing elf, sure, I shook myself
To make sure I was standing there.

                  From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
                  And from Galway to Dublin Town,
                  No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
                  That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I turned my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I says, says I, to a passer-by:
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and he says, says he,
"That's the gem of old Ireland's crown.
Sweet Rosey McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the Star of the County Down".

She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly,
And a smile like the rose in June
And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat,
As she lilted an Irish tune
At the pattern dance, you were held in a trance,
As she tripped through a reel or a jig;
And when her eyes she'd roll, she'd coax, on my soul,
A spud from a hungry pig.

I've traveled a bit, but I never was hit
Since my roving career began;
But fair and square, I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let, and no tenant yet
Though I'd searched countryside and town;
But in she went, and I asked no rent
From the Star of the county Down.

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes.
With my shoes shone bright, and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut-brown Rose.
No horse I'll yoke, no pipe I'll smoke
Though my plough with the rust turn brown,
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down.



History: This old and intricately-rhymed Irish ballad shares its melody with the church hymn "Led By the Spirit" and many other works as well, which is typical among traditional folk tunes.  

3. A PINCH O' SNUFF - a traditional

instrumental

History: Coming soon

4. FINNEGAN'S WAKE - (traditional)

Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet,
And to rise in the world he carried a hod;
Now Tim had a sort of tippler's way,
With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born,
And to help him on his way each day
He'd a drop of the creature every morn.

Whack-fol-le-dol, now,
Dance wi' your partner,
Round the floor you trot and shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake...

One morning Tim got rather full,
His head felt heavy which made him shake;
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull,
And they carried him home his corpse to wake!
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed;
A bottle of whiskey at his feet,
and a barrel of porter at his head!

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Widow Finnegan called for lunch;
First she brought in tea and cake,
then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch!
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim, mavourneen! Why did you die?",
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee!

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry,
"O Biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure!"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob,
and sent her sprawling on the floor!
Then the war did soon engage:
t'was woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage,
and a row and a ruction soon began!

Mickey Maloney ducked his head
when a bucket of whiskey flew at him;
It missed, and falling on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim...
Bedad, he revives, see how he rises!
Tim Finnegan rising from the bed,
Cryin' "Throwin' your whiskey around like blazes --
t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"



History: This song likely was written in the 1850s.  Walkin Street is located in Kilkenny City in Ireland, though it has been renamed Friary Street.  This is a song about uisce beatha (whiskey), in which whiskey causes both the fall and the ressurection of our man Tim.  James Joyce wrote a novel in 1939 that took this old street song and made it a symbol of universal potential for redemption -- he took out the apostrophe, as in, "Finnegans, wake!"  May we all experience the miracle that Tim himself experienced, which is to say, drinking enough whiskey to fall down, but being lucky enough to rise back up again.

5. DRUNKEN SAILOR - (traditional)

Oh, what do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-igh in the morning?

     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Earl-igh in the morning!

Shave his balls with a rusty razor,
Shave his balls with a rusty razor,
Shave his balls with a rusty razor,
Earl-igh in the morning!

     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Earl-igh in the morning!

Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Earl-igh in the morning!

Oh, what do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-igh in the morning?

     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Earl-igh in the morning!

Throw him in the lock-up 'til he's sober,
Throw him in the lock-up 'til he's sober,
Throw him in the lock-up 'til he's sober,
Earl-igh in the morning!

     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Earl-igh in the morning!

Oh, what do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-igh in the morning?

     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Weigh-hey (up she rises!)
     Earl-igh in the morning!



History: Drunken Sailor was a sea shanty (work song) often sung when raising a sail or raising the anchor, which is the reference for “Up She Rises” in the song’s chorus.  Such songs were the only ones allowed in the Royal Navy.  Most often, only two or three verses were sung but verses were often added until the task was completed.  The air was taken from a traditional Irish dance and march tun, "Oró Sé do Bheatha 'Bhaile", and is in the dorian mode.

9. COME OUT YE BLACK & TANS - originally by Dominic Behan

I was born on a Dublin street, where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet, they stomped all over us
And each and every night, me father'd come home, and tight -
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show the wife the medals that you won in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra!

Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed?

Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show the wife the medals that you won in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra!

Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two,
Like the Zulus had their spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show the wife the medals that you won in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra!

Well, the day is coming fast,
And the time here at last
When each yeoman step aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids will sing, "Godspeed!"
And sing a verse of Stephen Behan's chorus:

Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show the wife the medals that you won in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra!

Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show the wife the medals that you won in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra!


History: The "Black and Tans" was the nickname for the Royal Irish Constabulary Reserve Force, who were distinguished by the black and tan uniforms they wore.   Due to the ferocity of the Tan's behaviour in Ireland and the atrocities which they committed, feelings continue to run high regarding their actions; "Black and Tans" or "Tans" remains a pejorative term for Englishmen in Ireland.

Dominic Behan was was an Irish songwriter, short story writer, novelist and playwright, whose uncle wrote the Irish National Anthem, and whose mother was a political activist and a personal friend of Michael Collins.  Dominic's brother Brendan was also a writer and playwright, but was known for poetry rather than songwriting.  Another brother, Brian, was a radical political activist and public speaker, as well as an actor, author, and playwright.  Dominic wrote this song about their father Stephen.  Stephen Behan initially trained as a Jesuit priest in order to teach, but shortly before taking vows was found in a compromising position with a young woman and was thus required to leave the Jesuit order.  He later became one of Michael Collins' "Twelve Apostles", who were responsible for assassinating British Army officers during the Anglo-Irish War.  However, Stephen Behan refused to take an oath of loyalty to the Irish Free State, which resulted in his exclusion from the teaching profession for which he'd trained, and ultimately led to a life of comparative hardship.

11. NANCY WHISKEY (THE CARLTON WEAVER) - a traditional Scottish folk song

As I went down to Glasgow city,
To see what I would spy
What should I see but lovely Nancy,
Come and drink a little rye

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O!

Well I bought one drink and had another
Ran out o' money, so I did steal
She ran me ragged, that Nancy Whiskey,
Seven years of runnin' weird!

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O!

The more I held her the more I loved her,
Nancy had her spell on me
All I knew was lovely Nancy,
An' the things I needed I could not see

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O!

You know, as I arose to slake my thirst,
I dragged Colin from the bed
Fell to flat, I could not stagger
Nancy had me by the legs!

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O!

Well now, come on landlady
Tell me what there is to pay:
Fifteen shillings, that's the reckonin'
Pay it quickly, now go away!

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O!


History: Coming soon

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