Mick McGuire Songtext
von The Langer’s Ball

Oh, well my name is Mick McGuire
And I′ll quickly tell to you
About a young girl I admired
Called Katy Donahue
She is fair and fat and forty
And believe me when I say
Whenever I come in to the door
I could hear her mother say

"Johnny, get up from the fire
Get up and give the man a seat
Can't you see it′s Mr. McGuire
And he's courting your sister Kate
You know very well he owns a farm
A wee bit out of the town
So, get up out of that
Ye impudent brat
And let Mr. McGuire sit down"


A fiddle-e-oh-de-dow-de-dow-de
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dittin-dow
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dow-de-dow-de
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dittin-dow

You know very well he owns a farm
A wee bit out of the town
So, get up out of that
Ye impudent brat
And let Mr. McGuire sit down

Now, the first time that I met her
Was at a dance at Tarmagee
Where I very kindly asked her
If she'd dance a step with me
And I asked if I could see her home
If I′d be going her way
When I went up to the door that night
I heard her mother say


"Johnny, get up from the fire
Get up and give the man a seat
Oh, can′t you see it's Mr. McGuire
And he′s courting your sister Kate
You know very well he owns a farm
A wee bit out of the town
So, get up out of that
Ye impudent brat
And let Mr. McGuire sit down"

Oh fiddle-e-oh-de-dow-de-dow-de
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dittin-dow
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dow-de-dow-de
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dittin-dow

You know very well he owns a farm
A wee bit out of the town
So, get up out of that
Ye impudent brat
And let Mr. McGuire sit down

Ah, but now that we are married
Her mother's changed her mind
Just because I spent the legacy
My father left behind
And she hasn′t got the decency
To bid me time of day
Whenever I come in to the door
I can hear her mother say

"Oh, Johnny, come up to the fire, come up
You're sitting in a draft
Oh, can′t you see it's old McGuire
And he nearly drives me daft
I don't know whats got into him
He′s always on the tare
Just sit right there
And never you dare
Give old McGuire the chair"

Oh fiddle-e-oh-de-dow-de-dow-de
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dittin-dow
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dow-de-dow-de
Fiddle-e-oh-de-dittin-dow

I don′t know whats got into him
He's always on the tare
So, just sit right there
And never you dare
Give old McGuire the chair