The Wake Of The Barrel jig

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The Wake Of The Barrel has been added to 4 tunebooks.

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Two settings

1
X: 1
T: The Wake Of The Barrel
R: jig
M: 6/8
L: 1/8
K: Gmaj
|B3 ABc|d2 c B2A|G3 GFG|A2 G F2 D|
B3 ABc|d2 c B2A|GFG ABA|G2F G3|
d3 def|g3 fed|B3 Bcd|c2 A B3|
B3 ABc|d2c B2A|G2G ABA|G2 F G3||
# Added by Clare .
2
X: 2
T: The Wake Of The Barrel
R: jig
M: 6/8
L: 1/8
K: Dmaj
|:f3 efg|a2 g f2e|d3 dcd|e2 d c2 A|
f3 efg|a2 g f2e|dcd efe|d3 d3:|
|:A3 ABc|d3 cBA|F3 FGA|G2 E F3|
F3 EFG|A2G F2E|D2D EFE|D3 D3:|
# Added by Clare .

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The Wake of the Barrel

This is a transcription of the tune underlying the drinking song "The Wake of the Barrel" in the version by Golden Bough (as it appears on the album "Festival of Irish Music Vol 6", CD 1). They perform the song in combination with the tune "My Darling Asleep". I transcribed the tune by ear from this recording.

These are the lyrics sung to the melody of the tune:

A tale I’ll tell of the blades that dwell in the vale of Ballymacoda,
hale and merry, both ale and sherry they’ll drink, but never touch soda.

Brave and bright, both day and night they’ll drink from flagons unshaken,
with hearts of gladness, no thought of sadness, the empty barrel they’re wakin’.

No gold they cherish, for gold will perish, no store nor treasure preparing,
but give them whisky to keep them frisky with neighbours, jolly, they’re sharing.

Without a penny they’ll share with any and never a beggar is slighted,
they’ll give you a cask if you but ask while they wake the barrel delighted.

Late and early they’re crowded fairly with blind men, crippled and lame, too,
well they know the road to go and, quick, they follow that same, too.

No poor old sinner but gets his dinner and should be come in the morning,
we’ll fetch him in with a joyful din and never a word of scorning.

Though small the hut the door’s ne’er shut when a meal is put on the table,
we’ve enough for a friend, plenty to lend, and gifts to send we are able.

A cheer and shout puts dull care to route and he’s a lout who’d be pining,
who hears the noise and who shares our joys in Ballymacoda we’re dining.

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