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Mingulay Boat Song
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Mingulay is a small island in the Outer Hebrides near Barra. Although the tune and these words are similar to many sea shanties, these words were written by Sir Hugh Roberton in 1938 for the Glasgow Orpheus Choir
In the beginning was the Irish Stout, and the stout was good. The Irish Stout was SO good, in fact, we started singing about it--Irish Pub Songs. The Irish song
In the beginning was the Irish Stout, and the stout was good. The Irish Stout was SO good, in fact, we started singing about it--Irish Pub Songs. The Irish songs flowed as prolifically as the stout. Irish Stout is no longer just a dark beer made from roasting malts and barley. Now it is also a band--a couple friends who love drinking songs as much as they love drinking. We don't care about politics, religion, or being the most-traditional band in the world. Our sound is sharp, unique, and designed for hours of good old-fashioned song as you drink the night away. So if you're looking for traditional "Celtic music", leave now. We're gonna show you the FUN, RAUCOUS side of Celtic music. The type of music that might get your toes tapping, your beer splashing, your hearts racing, your eyes laughing, your thoughts crafting, your body thrashing, and your voice cracking from too much singing. Yeah. We know what you want to hear. Because we want to hear it too! So go ahead. Grab a pint of Irish Stout and join us in the pub. It doesn't have to be the same Irish pub. Yours will do. Just bring the CD out and give it to the bartender and say, I want music I can sing to! Then let the Irish Stout start flowing and satiate your thirst so that every day is St. Patrick's Day, thanks to Irish Stout.
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#248 in subgenre Peak #3
Charts
Peak #25
Author
music Trad./words Sir Hugh Roberton
Rights
2007
Uploaded
October 20, 2007
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MP3 3.8 MB 320 kbps 4:08
Lyrics
Heel y'ho boys, let her go, boys Bring her head round now all together Heel y'ho boys, let her go boys Sailing homeward to Mingulay! What care we tho' white the Minch is? What care we for wind and weather? Let her go boys, every inch is Sailing homeward to Mingulay! Wives are waiting on the bank, boys, Looking seaward from the heather. Pull her 'round boys, and we'll anchor 'Ere the sun sets at Mingulay! Ships return now, heavy laden Mothers holdin' bairns a-cryin' They'll return, though, when the sun sets They'll return to Mingulay.
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