School: Stonetown, Louth (roll number 16431)

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1. Paddy Got Up to the Ganger (continued)

   

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   your whiskey won't give me the slip."
   But then says sly Pat unto him:
   "Wont I get you to read my permit!"

   (Spoken)
   So he put his hand into his right-hand pocket, and it wasn't there; and he put his hand into his left-hand pocket, and it wasn't there; but then he put his finger and thumb down the curff of his coat, and lugged it up to the gauger!

   Chorus

   Oh, the gauger he stamped and cried murder -
   The load made his bones for to crack -
   Says Pat: "I wll trouble you no further,
   And I wish you a pleasant walk back.
   When I met you on the shore side
   You looked like an everyday swab,
   And it's then it appeared unto me.
   Your honour had wanted a job."

   (Spoken)
   "Do you know what you'll do, Mr. Gauger?" says Paddy "when you go home, them Mrs. Gauger, and all the little Gaugers, how you met Paddy carrying the key, and how you carried ir for him six miles and a quarter on a hot Summer's day, while he had the permit in the cuff of his coat, and that when you were carrying the keg of whiskey he was singing his:

   Rum-the-dum-dooril-ilooril, Rum-the-dum-donil-ilori,
   Rum-the-dum-dooril-ilooril, Paddy got up to the gauger."

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Pat Murphy

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Stonetown Lower, Co. Louth