Bold Tenant Farmer Lyrics!

[Tim Morrissey]

Jaysus I finally figured this out. Thanks to the Michelin map.

The Bold Tenant Farmer

One evening of late out of Bandon I strayed
And bound for Clonakilty I was making me way
At Ballinascarty some time I delayed,
To wet me ole whistle with porter.

Tiddle ye ohtow tiddle ye ohtow etc.

I scarcely had traveled a mile of the road,
When I heard a dispute in a farmer’s abode
the son of a landlord, an ill lookin’ toad,
and the wife of the bold tenant farmer.

Tiddle etc

"Ya robber" the bold tenant’s wife she replied
"Yer as bad as yer daddy on the other side
But the National Land League will put down yer pride
For they’re able to bear every storm."

Tiddle etc.

I spit in me fist and I picked up me stick
And up the Coach Road like a deer I went quick
I care not for bailiff, landlord or ole Nick
and I sang like a lark in the morning.

Tiddle etc.

[Nigel & Nancy Sellars]

Tim Morrissey wrote:
>
> Jaysus I finally figured this out. Thanks to the Michelin map.
>
> The Bold Tenant Farmer
>

I listened to this on a Clancy Brothers' CD a few days ago. An earlier
poster was correct: this is a really lame song and doesn't really hang
together. Yet it could be a really good song too as it has a nice tune.
Perhaps someone would care to write new verses. I suggest maybe
reworking verses from the English "The Pit Owner and the Collier's
Wife," which has the same sort of theme (woman confronting the evil
rich man. In this case the rich are forcing the poor people out of
Hell.). I'd dump the "Tiddly um tum" chorus though. Strikes me as
soundling like the singer forgot the words.

Nigel Sellars