Deise Boys – Up in the Ard Ri
Johnny Mullane
Waterford My Home
Filed under: Scenic Waterford, Waterford City, Waterford Culture, Waterford GAA, Waterford Songs
Just came across two versions of Waterford my Home on youtube, thought people might be interested in hearing them.
The first is by the Gillespies and the video contains a lovely series of Deise Images
The second is by Bedoboy, who explains all about hurling and then gives My Lovely Deise socks and Serenades is with Waterford My Home
Good man bedo boy boi!!!
Here’s the words if anyone wants to learn it off!
WATERFORD MY HOME
CHORUS
Waterford, My Crystal City fair,
Waterford, there’s no place to compare,
Near or far, no matter where I roam,
My heart is always with you Waterford my home
VERSE 1
Where the mighty Atlantic roar
Falls to silence on Tramore
Where the Comeraghs sweep down Majestically
Where the Barrow, Suir and Nore
Combine close to Dunmore
They’re between the nicest spot so dear to me
CHORUS
VERSE 2
From Lismore to Cappoquinn
Through Dungarvan on to Ring
Round Gaultier Passage and Cheekpoint
Where our lovely waters meet
In a picturesque retreat
They’re all part of a spot so dear to me
CHORUS
The Secret Ball (Up The Deise)
To the tune of Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen
Now I’ve heard there was a secret ball,
That Flynner played, and it pleased us all,
But you don’t really care for hurlin’, do you?
It goes like this
Feet shoulder width,
He takes his grip,
and bends and lifts,
then strikes the ball and the crowd goes Up The Deise
Up The Deise
Up The Deise
Up The Deise
Up The Deise
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
To see McCarthy on the roof
Of a bus coming across the bridge now don’t you!
They lifted Liam
up in the air,
We all screamed out
without a care,
Those words that mean so much Up The Deise
Up The Deise
Up The Deise
Up The Deise
Up The Deise
Whatta Blaa
to the tune of Whatta Man
Listen to Whatta Blaa
Anwell
Anwell
What a blaa, what a blaa, what a blaa
What a mighty good blaa
What a blaa, what a blaa, what a blaa
What a mighty good blaa
What a blaa, what a blaa, what a blaa
What a mighty good blaa
What a blaa, what a blaa, what a blaa
What a mighty good blaa
CHORUS
A blaa haves a soft or a crusty face
covered with flour all over de place
It’s kind of square and i tihint no bap
And If you say it is I’ll fecking give you some slap
There’s loads a ways that you can fill it
You can use jam, hang or even dilisk
I’ve never et a blaa I dihin like yet
And I don’t tink I will until I meets me death
I like mine with tayho, or saussies with red sauce
And I brings plenty when I goes on de doss
Put loadsa butter on, and fill to the seams
An add some red lead for de blaa of yer dreams