Hello.

We are Blame Not the Bard.

And you are watching Greetings f All right, we're going to start with a traditional Irish tune, a little pub song called Whiskey in the Jar.

And for those of you at home, if you do not know this one yet, this is one thing you need to le Those are just two claps.

So I'm going to say some funny w and then I need two claps.

Are you so it'll be just like th Oh, one, two, three, four.

Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o Oh, there's whiskey in that jar.

All right.

Here we go.

With me ring am a do ama dah Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o The Daddio there's whiskey.

And much as I was go in over the Kerry mountains, I met with Captain Farrel and hi He was counting my first produce and then produced me rapier sayi and deliver for you are the bold With me ring am a do ama dah Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey and the jar.

Now, I counted out his money and it made a pret So I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.

She sighed, and she swore she never would be But the devil take them women fa They never can be easy.

With me ring am a do ama dah Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in jar.

So I went in to meet chamber up for to take me slumber.

I dreamed of golden jewels.

And for sure it was no wonder that Jenny drew me charges and she built them up with the w and sent for Captain Farrow to be ready for this after With me ring am a do ama dah Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o there's whiskey in the jar.

It was early in the morning just before roll said treble up around the footmen likewise Captain Farel I first produced me pistol for she's stolen away my rapier but I couldn't shoot the water s I prisoner.

With me ring am a do Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar now anyone can maybe it's me brother in the if I can find his station isit C Together we'll go roving through the mountains of Kilkenny And I' he'll treat me better than my da smarten Jenny with the ring.

No, no, no.

With me ring am a do ama dah There's whiskey in the jar.

With me ring am a do ama dah With me ring am a do ama dah Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o Oh, there's whiskey in the jar.

Well, my name is Andrew, and I play tr Irish music with a group called Blame not the Bard.

One of the hardest parts of star a band is figuring out your band Luckily for us, the Irish music has a deep tradi of pulling literary references for band names.

So I took a cue from that, and w a hold of a Thomas Moore book of Thomas Moore was the poet laurea for Ireland in the 1800s, and one of his poems was Oh Blam not the Bard.

And it tells a very the poem its tells a fun story about, you know, the the nobility of being a musician Who will tell you a story that happened to me one day as I went down to go by Well, the sun that was high and the day it was warm Says I a quick pint, that wouldn So I went in to the barmen and I said, give me a stout.

But the barman said, sorry, all the beer has sold out three whiskey or pennies ten yea and no wood says I'll try cider.

I've heard that.

It's good.

Oh, never, never, never again.

If I lived to be 100 or 110 when I fell to the ground and I could get up after drinking a pint of the Jonny Jum was left or lower in a pint, I headed straight for the yard where I bumped into Brophy, the big civic guard.

Come here to me, boy.

Don't you know I'm the law?

Well, I jumped with my fist and I shattered his jaw and he fell to the ground with h doubled up.

But it wasn't.

I hit him to the ground.

Twas the Johnny Jump Up, and the I met down and y'all by the sea.

One of the cripple on crutches has his he on me.

I'm afraid of me life.

I'll be hit by a car if you help me across to the rai Men are and after three pints of so sweet.

Well, he threw down his crutches And he danced on his feet were n never again.

If I lived to be 100 or 110 when I fell to the ground and I could get up after drinking a pint of the Johnny Ju well, then I went down to the road a friend for to see.

And they called it the madhouse in Cork by the lee And when I got up there the truth, I knew town well, they had the poor bugger locked So says this guard testing him.

Say these words, if you can, around the rugged ro the ragged rocks go then and tell them I'm not crazy.

Tell them I'm not mad.

Oh, it's only six pints of the c I've had now.

A man died in the union by the name of McNab.

They washed it and placed it outside on the slab.

And after O'Connor, his measurements did take well, his wife took him home to a bloody fine wake.

It was about 12:00, and the beer went to his high when the corpse And he says with a sigh, I can't get to heaven.

They woke me up till I bring the a jug of the Johnny jump up oh I never, I never, never again if I lived to be 100 or 110 when I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up after drin a pint of the Johnny jump up.

Oh, never, never, never again.

If I lived to be 100, 110 and I fell to the ground and I c get up after drinking a pint of jump up they were together a year or two before I came alon at least a couple of years.

Right.

And they put a, they put an ad o and I thought, you know, I've, I about every other kind of music and I've been to a lot of Irish I think I'd like to be involved in this cellar.

It's a blast.

And and so the first time I went down there, they were like, I think we're do because we just clicked.

We didn't get along great.

Do I mean, that's first for me to get along with them, but the music was just as good as as the friendships.

I remember we had Corey over for our first band practice and it was really like an audition.

It was I don't even that feels weird to But it was we we were we had them over and we played o and I remember walking into the with Andrew and I'm like, He's t We're done.

We still, like, finished things But we were, we were pretty sure you just know you don't want to tell me someth I'll stop trying.

I mean, he's still auditioning.

Yeah.

This tune is written by our very Corrie Baker is playing not the Bard original.

It's called The Old Hags Mayday tells the story of an Irish farm in the west of Ireland who's a dairy farmer.

But unfortunately, one morning he found out that the there was a trick played on his and all the milk was gone.

Twas in the county Mayo.

May Day in Galena Moy Jack Kelly walking out his milk cows to dep But when he got down to the barn he let out an awful cry.

Not a drop of milk for me.

me cow How it has gone dry oh, me or my.

What trouble could there be?

The hags, the bags, the scalawags have taken it from Owe me on my what trouble could The hags, the bags of Scalawags have taken it from me.

Jack called upon an expert from The ring.

Was he inspecting on the herd?

He says no.

Problem.

Can I see?

Jack knew there was much more to He knew just what he saw when he woke up on that May Day and all the milk was gone.

Oh, me or my.

What trouble could there be?

The hags, the bags of Scalawags have taken it from me.

Jack called upon the father, who is wise in many ways, and he of the ladies old with magic.

So they say on May Day in the mo they'll take on another form and they'll steal your milk and So early in the morning Oh, me or my.

What trouble could that be?

The hags, the bags and scalawags And taking it from me Jack rose up in the morning in t He found a hare wound.

But do not kill her.

Just give that hare a scare.

Then Jack paid the hag of visit down in her country home she was hobbling on one leg and the cows were left alone.

Oh, me or my what trouble How could that be?

The hags, the bags, the scalawag had taken it from m Oh, me or my what trouble could the hags, the bags of scalawags taken from me.

When I was.

Oh, my college professor is going to have my head for thi But when I was supposed to be pr my music for recitals and colleg orchestra concerts, I would sneak into practice room and put on headphones and listen all of these great Irish fiddle And I tried to play along with t I didn't realize at the time is the best way to learn Irish music is play wit Irish musicians.

It's an oral tradition, and so it's sort of delightful t that I was I was investing in my I just didn't know it yet.

And that's the other thing I lov playing Irish music is that I get to be following me while honoring this very old, ve very rich and deep tradition in the Pembridge town at the county down one morning l when my boarding green came a sweet Carlene and she smiled as she passed me Well, she looked so sweet from h two bare feet to the sheen of he nut brown hair, just a coke sayi sure I shook myself for the sea.

I was really there from Bantry B the dairy came from Galway to Du You may not seem like the sweet and the mad at the county down, but she onward said sure.

I scratched my head and I looked at the feeling heal rare and I said says I to a pass Who's the maid with nut-brown ha Well, he smiled at me and he say that she's the gem of Ireland's Young Rosie McCann from the bank the band is the star of the coun from Bantry Bay.

Derry came from Galway to Dublin No may not seem like the sweet C maid of the county down.

Not the harvest fair.

I'll be surely there and I'll dress in my Sunday clot with my shoes shone bright and m For a smile from the nut-brown r No pipe smoke nor her so yoked t turns rust colored brown, the smile bright and my own fire star of the county down Come Ban The dairy came from going to Dub me and I've seen Mr. Sweet Colleen and a man of the county down fro Bay up a dairy came from Go a Du young may not seem like a sweet and a man of the county down at my dear sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight.

And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight.

Well, my body is all black and b Me face a deathly gray and I write this note to sa why Paddy is not at work today while working on the 14th floor.

Some bricks, I had a clear well to throw them such a height was not a good ide and the foreman wasn't very plea he'd be in an awful sod.

He said I had to cart them down on the ladder in me hard.

Well, clearing all these bricks it was so very slow.

SoI hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below, but in me piece to do the job, I was too blind to see that a barrel full of building b was heavier than me.

So when I untied the rope, the b felt like a lead and clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead while I sho like our rocket tail.

To my dismay, I found it.

About halfway up.

I met that bloody barrel coming another barrel broke my shoulder as to the ground at And when I reached the top by ba my holy with me head.

Well, I clung on tight, though numb with shock from this almigh and the barrel spilled out half 14 floors below Now, when these had fallen from the barrel to th I didn't know where the barrel.

And so started down once more, still clinging tightly to the ro I fell towards the ground and I landed on those broken bri that were all scattered around.

No laying there moaning on the g I thought I pass the worst when the barrel hit the pulley w and then the bottom burst.

Well, a shower of bricks rained down o I hadn't got a hope.

As I lay there moaning on the gr I let go that bloody rope.

Nella Barrow, it being everywher It started down once more and it right across me as I lay upon my Well, it broke three ribs in my I can only say that.

I hope you'll understand why Pat not had to work today so for me, I have always loved songs that tell stories, but lis to a lot of music, and I was alw to the songs that was telling a And kind of my aunt shared with a cassette tape of some traditio Irish music and that kind of got me looking in that genre.

And I found that I just.

There's so many Irish tunes that stories that I just fell in love All the different stories that are told from, you know, the most mundane, you know, guy going about his life to like the you know, epic remembrance songs And there's just all sorts of in And even even instrumentals in I tell a story to some extent.

And a lot of them have very story driven names here in 1841 me corduroy britches I put on me corduroy britches I put on to work up on the railway the railway a hi I'm weary of the railway Poor Patty works on the railway in 1842 from Hartlepool.

I moved to Crew.

Found myself a to do working on the railway.

I was wearing breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches which I was worked in on the rai In 1843.

I took a shovel across my knee w for the company Leeds Selby Rail I was way around bridges digging pulling switches dodging winches I was working on the railway in 1844.

I landed on Liverpool Shore.

Me belly was empty, me hands were raw with working on the railway, the railway I'm weary of the railray.

Poor Paddy works on a railway in 1845 when Daniel Connolly was When Danny O'Connell he was aliv I worked in on the railway.

I was wearing codouroy britches digging ditches pulling swithes much as I was working on the rai I chained my work to carrying br between me trade to the country and worked in on the railway.

I was wearing cordoroy breeches, ditches, pulling switches, dodgi as I was worked in on the railwa in 1847 old Paddy was thinking of going to haeaven the old bugger was thinking of going to heaven to work up on the railway, the railway I'm a weary of the railway.

Poor Paddy works on the railway you can hear the train coming in the station now shh, shh, shh.

Nikki, and that's not what a train soun Yeah.

Corey, could you help Nikki figure out what a train sounds l Yeah.

No, no, and I was I was working on the railway fare thee well to you.

My own true love.

I am sailing so far, far away.

I am bound for California Yeah, but I know that I'll retur So fare thee well.

My own true love.

And when I return united we will It's not the leaving of Liverpoo that greaves me With me, but, my darling, when I think of the Oh I am sailing on board a Yankee ship, Davy Crockett is her name.

And that merges is captain of he And they say that she's a floati So fare thee well my own true lo But when I return united I will be It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me.

But, my darling, when I think of oh, I have sailed with Burgess once before I think that I know him right we Or if a man is a sailor, he can get along If not, he's in a floating hell so fare thee well.

My own true love and when I return united we will It's not the leaving Liverpool.

That grieves me.

But, my darling, when I think of oh, the sun is in the harbor now I think that I should remain for I know it'll be a long, long tim before I will see you again.

So.

fare thee well.

My own true love.

And when I return united we will It's not the leaving of Liverpoo that grieves me.

But my darling when I think think of the everybody.

Oh, Penny.

Well, my own true love.

And when I return united, we wil leaving Liverpool.

That greives me.

But, my darling, when I think I'll be here we go