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1. Saurdaker sagt:

   8. Mai 2008 um 08:25

   Hm ob der Text Trauer zum Ausdruck bringt ist so eine Sache… die Versionen von Fiddlers Green, Great Big Sea etc. sind alle etwas gekürzt…

   Im Orginal beginnt das ganze harmlos mit einer Trauerfeier ähnlich in Finnigans Wake…

   Später wird die Frau von Paddy Murphy an der Nase herumgeführt, dass die anderen weiter trinken können.

   Noch später treiben die Gäste Späße mit der Leiche, stellen sie auf den Kopf, nehmen das Eis, welches die Leiche kühlt um das Bier zu kühlen und boxen mit der Leiche…

   In der letzten Strophe vergessen Sie den Leichnahm als sie zum Friedhof ziehen und einige sind sich nichtmal sicher ob wer gestorben ist…

   Am Aussagekräftigsten wäre da aber die “zusätzliche” letzte Strophe, die meines Wissens nicht zum ursprünglichen Text gehört:
   It was twenty years ago me boys that old Pat was put underground
   And every year to celebrate they all push the jug around
   They gather at the graveyard and pour vinegar in his ditch
   Cuz everybody hated that lousy son-of-a-bitch

   Falls es wen interessiert der komplette, traditionelle Text:

   Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I’ll never forget
   Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain’t got sober yet;
   As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin’ gay
   O’Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play
   (Chorus)

   And that’s how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy
   That’s how they showed their honour and their pride
   They said it was a sin and a shame and they winked at one another
   And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died
   As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner, pourin’ out her grief
   Kelly and his friends came tearing down the street
   They crept into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole
   They placed the bottle on the corpse to keep that whiskey cold
   (Chorus)

   ‘Bout three o’clock in the morning, after emptying the jug
   Doyle rose up the icebox lid to see poor Paddy’s mug
   He stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn’t tell the time
   And at a quarter after three, they argued it was nine.
   (Chorus)

   And everyone got merry, they didn’t care for prayer
   Mrs. Murphy said she’d wait ’til all the gang were there
   Of all the sights I’ve ever seen that made me shiver with fear
   They took the ice right off the corpse, and placed it on the beer
   (Chorus)

   Now everything was doin’ fine, there was no ill at all
   ‘Til Finnegan told Callaghan, “You’ve got an awful gall.”
   I thought that that might start a row, And sure enough it did
   For Callaghan had carved his name upon the coffin lid
   (Chorus)

   Then the fight got fierce & strong, everyone was in
   Someone knocked the whiskers off poor old Darby Flynn
   And Dirty Andy Burke was there, now whadda ya think he done?
   He placed the corpse right on its head, in the corner just for fun
   (Chorus)

   Someone hollered for the cops; they busted down the door
   They jumped upon ol’ Paddy’s back and they laid him on the floor
   They knocked him twice behind the ears and they knocked him on the head
   When they jumped up from his back, sure they found out he was dead
   (Chorus)

   Mrs. Murphy started in, battled with them cops
   She chased ‘em, every one of them; she chased ‘em several blocks
   A lovely time was had by all, eighteen in court were tried
   For having caused a riot on the night Pat Murphy died
   (Chorus)

   At eight o’clock in the morning, the procession left the house
   And everyone but poor ol’ Mrs. Murphy was out soused
   They stopped on the way to the churchyard at the old Red Door Saloon
   They staggered in at nine o’clock and didn’t come out ’til noon
   (Chorus)

   Someone asked ol’ Finnegan if anyone had died
   “Lou,” says he, “I’m not quite sure, I just came for the ride.”
   They started out for the graveyard, all holy and sublime,
   But found out when they got there, they’d left the corpse behind
   (Chorus)

   Some versions of the song add an additional verse:

   It was twenty years ago me boys that old Pat was put underground
   And every year to celebrate they all push the jug around
   They gather at the graveyard and pour vinegar in his ditch
   Cuz everybody hated that lousy son-of-a-bitch