News from the IRISH STOUT

Let "Captain Black Jack" Murphy tell you about all the latest news from the pirate ship, Irish Stout.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Pictures of Capt. Black Jack Murphy at DragonCon 2008



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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Captain Murphy Exclusive Engagement at DragonCon Pirate Party

All right ye, feckers! I don't perform live much these days. But I have the distinct privilege of saying "fuck" to the Royal Navy and MCing at the DragonCon Pirate Party. This will one helluva of fuckin' t'ing as I sing some of my songs for the first time ever in public. So get off your arse and come sing-along. It's not as if you can't learn the feckin' lyrics. They're all over the bloody website.

Arr! See ye there!
-"Captain Black Jack"

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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

"The Humours of Whiskey" Lyrics

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From: Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse!

words and music Traditional

Let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin' their capers
And curing the vapors the scratch and the gout,
With their medical potions, their pills and their lotions
Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out.

Who can tell the true physics of all things pathetic,
And pitch to the devil, cramp, colic and spleen.
You'll know it I think if you take a big drink
With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For drowning your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh what moderation gives hope to a nation
Can give consolation like poteen me boys.

No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic
Or ladies pathetic can give such a bloom
As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers
E'er gave their own bowers such a darling perfume.

And this liquid so rare if you willingly share
To be taking your hair when it's frizzled and dead.
Oh the sod has the merit to yield the true spirit,
So strong it will shake all the hairs from your head

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For drowning your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh since its perfection, no doctor's direction
Can cleanse the complexion like poteen me boys.

As a child in me cradle, the nurse from her ladle
Was swillin her mouth with a notion of Pep.
When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle.
I capered and scrambled right out of her lap

On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling
'Til me mother and father were called to the fore.
All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying.
They found I was only crying for more.

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For drowning your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh lord how I'd chuckle if babes in their truckle
Could only be suckled on poteen me boys.

Through youthful digressions and times of depression,
My childhood's impression still clung to my mind.
And at school or at college, the basis of knowledge
I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined.

And as older I'm growing times e'er bestowin'
On Erin's potation, a flavor so fine;
And how ere they may lecture on Jove and his nectar
Itself is the only true liquid divine.

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For drowning your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courting and fighting
There's naught so exciting as poteen me boys.

Come guess me this riddle: what beats pipes and fiddle?
What's hotter than mustard and wilder than cream?
What best wets your whistle? What's clearer than crystal?
What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam?

What will make the dumb talk? What will make the lame walk?
The elixir of life and philospher's stone.
And what helped Mr. Brunel to dig the Thames Tunnel?
Wasn't it poteen from ould Inishowen?

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For drowning your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh lord, it's no wonder, if lightning and thunder
Was made from the plunder of poteen me boys.

CHORDS: KEY

verse/chorus:

Background: Poitin is a term for illegal whiskey. Illegal because taxes were not paid to the British government for its creation. In gaelic it is called uisce beatha (pronounced ish-ka bah-ha), the water of life. And the Irish of have tons of different names for it which you'll see throughout the song. The lyrics are no older than the early 1800s.



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Monday, December 10, 2007

The Pirate Extraordinaire Now on iTunes

Avast! Ye scurvy dogs! My new CD, "Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse" is on iTunes. Prepare for hellbent domination. Post a review about how kick arse the CD is too!

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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

"Haul Away Joe" Lyrics

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From: Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse!

words and music Traditional

When I was a little lad and so me mother told me,
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
That if I did not kiss the girls me lips would grow all moldy.
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.

Way haul away, we're bound for better weather.
Away haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
Way haul away, we'll haul away together.
Away haul away, we'll haul away Joe.

King Louis was the king of France before the revolution.
And then he got his head chopped off. It spoiled his constitution.

Saint Patrick was a gentleman. He came from decent people.
He built a church in Dublintown and on it put a steeple.

Once I was in Ireland a'digging turf and taties.
But now I'm on a Yankee ship a haulin' on the braces.

Once I had a German girl, but she was fat and lazy.
But now I got an Irish girl. She damn near drove me crazy.

Way haul away, rock and roll me over.
Way haul away, well roll me in the clover.

CHORDS: KEY Am

verse/chorus:
Am Em Dm Em
Am Em Dm Am

Background: A tack and sheet shanty.



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Announcing "Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse"

That's right, feckers! The damned CD is done. It's live on CD Baby. So buy it and start your pirating. There's twelve piratey tracks on "Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse". You will love every one or my name ain't "Captain Black Jack" Murphy.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Pirate Music CD "Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse" Coming Soon!

Just when you think the damned thing will never arrive, my new CD "Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse" arrived from the printers last week. I sent it off to CD Baby. So get ready to be mentally damaged by gloriously fucked up Pirate Music. This CD will rocket up yer arse and out your mouth singing along. Or maybe that's just me. Yeah, I like singing along to the bloody album too.

So save up your money to buy a dozen fucking copies for you and your friends!

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

"Botany Bay" Lyrics

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From: Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse!

words and music Traditional

Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
Farewell to your dirty lies.
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks,
And to hell with your overtime.

For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the Quay,
For to take poor Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay.

Well I'm on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navys that I was told to engage
I stopped in for to drink awhile before I go away.
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay.

Well the boss came up this morning, and he said "Well now Pat you know
If you didn't get those navvys out I'm afraid you'll have to go"
So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay
And I told him straight, I'm gonna emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay.

And when I reach Australia I'll go and search for gold.
There's plenty there for a'digging, or so I have been told.
Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay.

CHORDS: KEY Bm

verse/chorus:
Bm Bm
G D
Bm Bm
A A
Bm Bm
G D
Bm Bm
D A


Background: A song about an Irishman who immigrates to Australia. The song was collected in Australia in the 1950s by H.P.C. 'Duke' Tritton. Find out more on mudcat.



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Saturday, October 20, 2007

"The Holy Ground" Lyrics

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Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah,
A thousand times adieu.
For we're going away from the Holy Ground
And the girls we all love true.
We will sail the salt seas over
And then return for shore
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy Ground once more.
[Fine Girl You Are]

You're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.
[Fine Girl You Are]

Now when we're out a-sailing
And you are far behind
Fine letters will I write to you
With the secrets of my mind,
The secrets of my mind, my girl,
You're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy Ground once more.
[Fine Girl You Are]

Oh now the storm is raging
And we are far from shore;
The poor old ship she's sinking fast
And the riggings they are tore.
The night is dark and dreary,
We can scarcely see the moon,
But still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.
[Fine Girl You Are]

And now the storm is over
And we are safe and well.
We will go into a public house
And we'll sit and drink like hell.
We will drink strong ale and porter
And we'll make the rafters roar,
And when our money is all spent
We will go to sea once more.

CHORDS: KEY C

verse/chorus:

Background: Irish lyrics to the tune of "Old Swansea Town Once More". The "Holy Ground" is a quarter of Cobh (once known as Queenstown), which was inhabited mainly by fisherman. The tune is also refered to as The Cobh Sea Shanty. It was popular on the docks of Cork and Cobh as well as on the ships. The tune was originally a capstan shanty - a song sung as sailors turned the capstan to raise the achor.


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Saturday, September 29, 2007

Biography of the Irish Stout

Irish Stout is the ship captained by Captain Black Jack Murphy, Pirate Extraordinaire. Captain Murphy brings a stout, piratey, Irish brogue and gritty vocals in a style you might hear from The Dubliners or The Wolfe Tones. Jack also plays bodhran and autoharp with a little help from Marc Gunn of the Brobdingnagian Bards, who continues to revolutionize Irish music by introducing the autoharp into the Celtic tradition.

The duo met each other in early 2006 while sharing a pint of Guinness Stout at Fado's. They were enjoying the traditional tunes of The Tea Merchants when Gunn snickered at Murphy's pirate attire. "It was more Disney than Pirate," said Gunn. "he looked rather ridiculous."

Murphy nearly punched Gunn before Gunn bought Murphy a Murphy's Irish Stout. After a few more drinks, they started singing Irish songs, much to the disapproval of everyone around them including the band on stage. But why fight fire with fire. The Tea Merchants invited them on stage and 4 Irish Whiskey was born. When they realized that was a stupid band name, they renamed the group Irish Stout and began dominating the local Irish pub song scene.

Now, they are rocketing out of the land-locked pubs and into the digital pub world where you bring your own Irish Stout and sing-a-long with your computer. It's not quite as fun, but Tuesdays are cool! Because you can sing-a-long with our podcast.

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