Henrik Norbeck's Song Lyrics

Limerick Rake, The

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I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,
In Castletown conners I'm very well known.
In Newcastle West I spent many a note,
With Kitty and Judy and Mary.
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake,
And for spending my time in such frolicsome ways,
But I ne'er will forget the good nature of Jane,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

My parents had reared me to shake and to sow,
To plough and to harrow, to reap and to mow.
Me heart being too airy to drop it so low,
I set out on a high speculation.
On paper and parchment they taught me to write,
In Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes,
And in multiplication in truth I was bright,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

If you chance for to go to the town of Rathkeale,
The girls all round me do flock on the square.
Some offer me apples and others sweet cakes,
and treats me unknown to their parents.
There is one from Askeaton and one from the Pike,
And another from Arda, my heart has beguiled,
Though being from the mountains her stockings are white,
and I'd love to be tightenin' her garters.

Now to quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined,
For the greatest of misers must leave all behind.
But I'll purchase a cow that will never run dry,
And I'll milk her by twisting her horn.
John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold,
And Lord Devonshire's treasure was twenty times more,
But he's laid on his back among nettles and stones,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

This old cow can be milked without clover or grass,
She'd be pampered on barley, sweet corn and hops.
She'll be warm, she'd be stout, she'd be free in her paps,
And she'll milk without spancil or halter.
And the man that will drink it will cock his caubeen,
And if anyone laughs we'll have wigs on the green,
And the feeble old hag will get supple and free,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

If I chance for to go to the market of Croom,
With a cock in my hat and my pipes in full tune,
I am welcome at once and brought up to a room
Where Bacchus is sporting with Venus.
There's Peggy and Jane from the town of Bruree,
And Biddy from Bruff and we all on the spree,
Such a combing of locks as there was about me,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

There's some say I'm foolish and more say I'm wise,
But being fond of the women I think is no crime,
Sure the son of King David had ten hundred wives,
And his wisdom was highly regarded.
I'll till a good garden and live at my ease,
And each woman and child could partake of the same,
If there's war in the cabin, themselves they could blame,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

But now for the future I think I'll get wise,
And I'll marry all those women who acted so kind,
Aye I'll marry them all on the morrow by and by,
If the clergy agreed to the bargain.
And when I'm on my back and my soul be at peace, *
all those children and wives they could keen at my wake,
And they all gather round and they offer their prayers,
To the Lord for the soul of their father.

* or: When the Devil he comes my soul for to take,

Discography: Dubliners

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