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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
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| Irish' Music |
| Delaney's Donkey |
| Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired, tempo'rily lazy and permanently tired A leg at ev'ry corner balancing his head, and a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed Riley slyly said "We've underrated it, why not train it?" then he took a rag They rubbed it, scrubbed it, they oiled and embrocated it, got it to the post and when the starter dropped his flag There was Riley pushing it, shoving it, shushing it Hogan, Logan and ev'ryone in town lined up attacking it and shoving it and smacking it They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down The donkey was eyeing them, openly defying them Winking, blinking and twisting out of place Riley reversing it, ev'rybody cursing it The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race The muscles of the mighty never known to flinch, they couldn't budge the donkey a quarter of an inch Delaney lay exhausted, hanging round its throat with a grip just like a Scotchman on a five pound note Starter, Carter, he lined up with the rest of 'em. When it saw them, it was willing then It raced up, braced up, ready for the best of 'em. They started off to cheer it but it changed its mind again There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it Hogan, Logan and Mary Ann Macgraw, she started poking it, grabbing it and choking it It kicked her in the bustle and it laughed "Hee - Haw!" The whigs, the conservatives, radical superlatives Libr'rals and tories, they hurried to the place Stood there in unity, helping the community The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race The crowd began to cheer it. Then Rafferty, the judge he came to assist them, but still it wouldn't budge The jockey who was riding, little John MacGee, was so thoroughly disgusted that he went to have his tea Hagan, Fagan was students of psychology, swore they'd shift it with some dynamite They bought it, brought it, then without apology the donkey gave a sneeze and blew the darn stuff out of sight There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it Hogan, Logan and all the bally crew, P'lice, and auxil'ary, the Garrison Artillery The Second Enniskillen's and the Life Guards too They seized it and harried it, they picked it up and carried it Cheered it, steered it to the winning place Then the Bookies drew aside, they all commited suicide Well, the day Delaney's donkey won the halfmile race |
| It was once said to me, and has been voiced by many - that the only difference between the Scots and the Irish is that the Scots stopped fighting. My response to my Irish friends is that we stopped fighting for good reason. After putting OUR king on THEIR throne, WE thought WE had won ! Sadly the Scots have now spent four centuries wondering what happened ?? Perhaps NOW is the time to peacefully right the wrongs of the past. |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
