Humpty Dumpty - The Dubliners

Introduction by Ronnie,

James Joyce is renown for written some very

Very complicated material

Surprisingly he wrote the next song, which is very simple

Have you heard o' one Humpty Dumpty?

How he fell with a roll and a rumble

Crawled up like lord Oliver Crumble

As the boot of the magazine wall

The magazine wall, hump helmet and all

He was one time our king of the castle

Now he’s kicked about like a rotten old parsnip

And from Green Street he’ll be sent

By order of his worth ship

To the penal jail of Mount Joy

To the jail of Mount Joy, jail him with joy

He was for father of all things for to bother us

Slow coaches and the market contraceptive for the metropolis

Mayors milk for the sick

Seven dry Sunday’s a week

Open air love and religion reform

Religion reforms, so hideous and forms

And o' why says you couldn’t he menage it

I’ll go bail me fine dearie mount darling

Like the bumping bullet the Cassidy’s

All his butter’s in his horns

His butter’s in his horns, butter his horns

Sweet Pad looks to the waves washed to old Ireland

The hooker of the hammer fast Viking

And gold’s cursing the day that at Blanna bay

Saw his black and tan men a war

Saw his black and tan men a war, at the Harber bar

He was jointed by Wellington’s monument

O' a retorious hippo' po potomus

When some bugger let down the back strap at the omnibus

And he got his dead with of fusiliers

When he’s rented his rears, give em six years

Oh he’ll have a free trade gaels banned in mass meeting

For to saws that brave son of Scandinavery

And we’ll berry him down in Oxmond’s Town

Along with the devil and Dane’s

The death and dom Dane’s, and all their remains

Now all the Kings men not his horses

Could never resurrect his corpses

For there’s no true spell, in Curington hell

That’s able to raise a cane