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Date: Wed 23 Feb 94 10:26:14 MET
Mailer: Elm [revision: 70.85]
Title: HOT ASPHALT
Performer: THE DUBLINERS
I'm a true fan of Irish music due not only for its
compatibility with my level of guitar playing (it is
improving though!) and this is one of my
contributions to its spreading throughout the world...
Very amusing text one of my favourites...
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Irish Traditional arranged by Dubliners
HOT ASPHALT
# (I play chords in a 2/4 rhythm: 1(down) 2(down'n'up) )
Good evening all my jolly lads I'm glad to find you well
If you'll gather all around me now the story I will tell
For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob
I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob.
'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home
After helping the Killarney boys to bring the harvest down.
But now I wear the geansai and around me waist a belt.
I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt.
CHORUS:
Well we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat.
And if it doesn't last forever sure I swear I'll eat me hat
Well I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt.
# (Follow the same chord pattern...)
The other night a copper comes and he says to me: "McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?"
And he planks himself right down in front with hobnails up till late
And says I: "Me decent man you'd better go and find your bate!"
He ups and yells "I'm down on you I'm up to all yer pranks
Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?"
Boys I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt.
(CHORUS)
We quickly dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub
And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub
But devil the thing it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
And with every other rub sure you could hear the copper groan.
"I'm thinking" says O'Reilly "that he's lookin' like Ould Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick."
"Now" says I "it would be 'asier to boil him till he melts
and to stir him nice and 'asy in the hot asphalt."
(CHORUS)
You may talk about yer sailorlads ballad singers and the rest
Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best.
The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt.
With rubbing and with scrubbing sure I caught me death of cold
and for scientific purposes me body it was sold
In the Kelvingrove museum me boys I'm hangin' in me pelt
As a monument to the Irish mixing hot asphalt!
(CHORUS)
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That's it folk! More Irish songs soon to come!
I have a lot of Dubliners and Pogues stuff.
Any of you fans out there on the net contact me:
On the rocky road to Dublin
CIC
