Inchicore - Well to Me You More Lyrics
Inchicore is a suburb of Dublin,Celli Mor is a Big Dance
Muire, Dance hall in Inchicore run by Oblate Fathers.Called Arus Muire(gaelic)House of Mary.Poc,an area of Inchicore. Derek Warfield, a former member of the Wolfe Tones grew up in a home filled with Irish music and became a skilled practitioner of it at an early age.
With his words,music, songs and charismatic presence,he beguiles audiences around the world.
This song is from the CD called Legacy. Lyrics sent to the site by Patrick Burke.
Other songs that describe Dublin are The Ferryman Song and The Rare Ould Times.
My family settled in Inchicore after the famine.For five generations worked in the railway.
It was a close knit community and had all the characteristic of Ireland.
This song was inspired by a youthful happiness,and mother, and father and friends,
whose friendship and loyalty I still share today.The names used were all real people, some were very aptly christened. A friend in Boston, John Hurley, a longshoreman, commented that the same tradition was very much part of, Irish America, and in some cases he had never known the real name of a colleague, until the death notices appeared in the paper.
Muire, Dance hall in Inchicore run by Oblate Fathers.Called Arus Muire(gaelic)House of Mary.Poc,an area of Inchicore. Derek Warfield, a former member of the Wolfe Tones grew up in a home filled with Irish music and became a skilled practitioner of it at an early age.
With his words,music, songs and charismatic presence,he beguiles audiences around the world.
This song is from the CD called Legacy. Lyrics sent to the site by Patrick Burke.
Other songs that describe Dublin are The Ferryman Song and The Rare Ould Times.
My family settled in Inchicore after the famine.For five generations worked in the railway.
It was a close knit community and had all the characteristic of Ireland.
This song was inspired by a youthful happiness,and mother, and father and friends,
whose friendship and loyalty I still share today.The names used were all real people, some were very aptly christened. A friend in Boston, John Hurley, a longshoreman, commented that the same tradition was very much part of, Irish America, and in some cases he had never known the real name of a colleague, until the death notices appeared in the paper.
Chorus
Inchicore well to me you're more than just part of
Dublin's Treasures
Where the tradesmen skilled every house they filled
Every art and craft they'd measure
Where the tramway sheds the streets they've fed
With Buses,trams and trolleys,
Inchicore have girls galore way better than the follies
1
Where the railway seen with the trains of steam
there are men with faces blackened
And the wagons roll with the smell of coal all the
pubs we had the crack in
And the grand canal where the barges call full of Turf
and coal and tumber
We had dips galore from shore to shore and were
sunburned to a cinder.
Inchicore at the Celli Mor met the girls down in the
Muire
We went to the core with our one and four while our
legs with cold would shiver.
Oh we stood in line,we danced in time every
Sunday in Procession
We'd a snooker hall thanks to old Dan Wall and
We'd milk and juke box sessions-
2
Inchicore where they all had names they were not
the names ye christened
The ''Gibbler White and the ''Jaw McKnight till we
talk until ye listened
The ''Winge''McGuirk and the ''Pharaoh'' Burke the
''Touch'' and ''Meet the Misses
''The ''Wolloper'' Dunne and the ''Chisler'' Gun
''The Yank'' and ''Steel the Kisses''
There's the ''Slinger'' Doyle and the ''Laruper'' Coyle
the''Buguler Cock n' Sparrow''
''Old Win the ''War and the ''Soup'' McGrath and
''Molly Broad n'' Narrow''
The''Grazer'' Brown and his up's and down's n' the
''Growler'' McNamara
Oh they all had names like streets and lanes from
the Poc'' to Connemara
3
Kilmainham ghost, the heroes boast, there's a jail
with walls forbidden
Where the Workmen neat made the Chocolate
sweets on a Friday night well hidden
Thru the bungalow on the cigs we'd go went for pic-
nics to the holla
Oh we loved our hikes and the spins on bikes to the
green hills up in Tallaght
Oh Dublin's best in the famed Southwest,those days
we hadn't plenty
There was just enough to get by with luck,with your
pockets mostly empty
Where the working men we loved it then, though it
there not a place of equal
Inchicore those days of yore and all those decent
people.
Chorus
Inchicore well to me you're more than just part of
Dublin's Treasures
Where the tradesmen skilled every house they filled
Every art and craft they'd measure
Where the tramway sheds the streets they've fed
With Buses,trams and trolleys,
Inchicore have girls galore way better than the follies
Inchicore well to me you're more than just part of
Dublin's Treasures
Where the tradesmen skilled every house they filled
Every art and craft they'd measure
Where the tramway sheds the streets they've fed
With Buses,trams and trolleys,
Inchicore have girls galore way better than the follies
1
Where the railway seen with the trains of steam
there are men with faces blackened
And the wagons roll with the smell of coal all the
pubs we had the crack in
And the grand canal where the barges call full of Turf
and coal and tumber
We had dips galore from shore to shore and were
sunburned to a cinder.
Inchicore at the Celli Mor met the girls down in the
Muire
We went to the core with our one and four while our
legs with cold would shiver.
Oh we stood in line,we danced in time every
Sunday in Procession
We'd a snooker hall thanks to old Dan Wall and
We'd milk and juke box sessions-
2
Inchicore where they all had names they were not
the names ye christened
The ''Gibbler White and the ''Jaw McKnight till we
talk until ye listened
The ''Winge''McGuirk and the ''Pharaoh'' Burke the
''Touch'' and ''Meet the Misses
''The ''Wolloper'' Dunne and the ''Chisler'' Gun
''The Yank'' and ''Steel the Kisses''
There's the ''Slinger'' Doyle and the ''Laruper'' Coyle
the''Buguler Cock n' Sparrow''
''Old Win the ''War and the ''Soup'' McGrath and
''Molly Broad n'' Narrow''
The''Grazer'' Brown and his up's and down's n' the
''Growler'' McNamara
Oh they all had names like streets and lanes from
the Poc'' to Connemara
3
Kilmainham ghost, the heroes boast, there's a jail
with walls forbidden
Where the Workmen neat made the Chocolate
sweets on a Friday night well hidden
Thru the bungalow on the cigs we'd go went for pic-
nics to the holla
Oh we loved our hikes and the spins on bikes to the
green hills up in Tallaght
Oh Dublin's best in the famed Southwest,those days
we hadn't plenty
There was just enough to get by with luck,with your
pockets mostly empty
Where the working men we loved it then, though it
there not a place of equal
Inchicore those days of yore and all those decent
people.
Chorus
Inchicore well to me you're more than just part of
Dublin's Treasures
Where the tradesmen skilled every house they filled
Every art and craft they'd measure
Where the tramway sheds the streets they've fed
With Buses,trams and trolleys,
Inchicore have girls galore way better than the follies
