Darby O'Gill - Old Mary Catherine Bridget O'Gill

[@allenellisdewitt]

Their website is down, and the only place to buy it (CDBaby) no longer sells CDs. Anyone know if there's a way to reach the band to buy it?

[@jameswall2445]

I wish I knew I'm in the area they were performing but they've disappeared

[@Panthera_Leo_]

If nothing has changed, a lot of their stuff should be on Pandora

[@andrew23890]

hoping someone comes up with an answer. i found a facebook that hadnt been updated in a few years

[@Edited6]

Old Mary Catherine Bridgette O'Gill Tortures me daily as old women will I wish I were single for all o me life But old Mary Catherine O'Gill is me wife When I was a young man, more foolish than wise A young woman caught me by stealth and surprise By means of seduction, rye whiskey and gin She opened her gate and she soon let me in Her father came at me full sore with his gun And me, bein' up in me cups, couldn't run He offered a choice of the chapel or jail Or else I could keep all his shot in me tail Now if I were a sailor and a long way from home Tied at Bermuda, the ports for to roam There'd be none but them foreign women for me For I hear that there's plenty o fish in that sea Or if I were a barman who drew all the stout I'd draw it all night, then kick everyone out Me tips I would stuff in me pockets all tight Then I'd shut up the pub and stay drinking all nice But if I were a digger of graves and that sort The holes that I'd dig, I'd fill up with wort Then seven days later come back for my beer And to hell with them corpses I should've laid here! Or if I were a lawyer for poor folk and such Id win all me cases, Id charge way too much Id tuck all my money up under my bed Then Id get out me gun and Id shoot off me head And If I could play baseball American style With one swing of the bat, Id knock it a mile Me fans would go crazy, me Da would be proud As I scratched meself fondly in front of the crowd (Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the crowd) If we were musicians in a real Irish band That would be fabulous, wondrous grand Sometimes wed find work, sometimes wed get paid Sometimes wed get lucky, sometimes wed get laid But now I'm a farmer all bent by the plough And livin' me life by the sweat of me brow I never bemoan and I never complain Oh and old Mary Catherine O'Gill is to blame Now if you're not married Ill give some advice Don't ever propose and don't even think twice Don't ever get married by threat or by force For the only way out is by death or divorce

[@blackjac5000]

Spelling correction: it's "wort," not "wart." www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/wort

[@Edited6]

@@blackjac5000 What a silly mistake, sorry. Fixed, thanks!