Jed Marum and Lonestar Stout

Jed Marum and Lonestar Stout


A strong mix of Irish, Scottish and original songs and tunes. From driving, up-beat airs to beautiful, narrative songs expertly performed with humor and style. A fast connection of Celtic to American Celtic roots with unique instrumentation and refined musicianship. Seasoned professional performers.


Jed Marum and Lonestar Stout use an unusual combination of instruments for unique and exciting sounds in traditional and modern Celtic music. They perform outstanding arrangements of Celtic music's best loved songs/tunes and they perform a number of powerful originals in the Celtic style. They are seasoned and comfortable performers with an easy and humorous presentation style.

In addition to licensing original songs to other recording artists, Jed Marum has licensed songs and recordings to a Black Hawk Productions television series called TRUE LIVES that ran on the Playboy Channel in 2007/8. He has written songs for the 2008 film release, BLOODY DAWN by Lone Chimney Films - which played on PBS and in select theaters. Jed will produce the sound track, which includes original compositions, for the next Lone Chimney Film called BLACK FLAG. This film is also expected to play on PBS after a run of independent theater showings.


Sands of Aberdeen

Written By: Jed Marum

Grey and blue while I wait for you
All on the South Breakwater
Overdue how I long for you
I long to see your sail

May the Cold North Sea bring you home to me
I am my mother's daughter
From that foreign shore, frozen Labrador
Home to Cruden Bay

CHO: Every night I hear your footsteps
Climbing up my stair
You kiss my cheek and I awaken
I speak your name
But you're not there

Time wears away
Wearing day by day
Are you still among the living?
Months have been
Since you should have seen
The sands of Aberdeen
- insutrumental -

Time wears away
Still I wait and pray
Along the South Breakwater
I watch for you
How I long for you
I long for your embrace

(c) Jed Marum 2008

Uncle Joe

Written By: Jed Marum

Uncle Joe
© Jed Marum 2007

Uncle Joe had a story
And a way with the truth
Every day, I try to tell his story
‘cross the wide fields and the Shannon
Ran the days of his youth
Childhood days, glory days, adventure

All alone on the ferry sent out on the bay
Too soon the child comes of age
The whole world before him to make his own way
Every day, I try to tell his story

In the cold heart of the city
His new life began
Every day, I try to tell his story
Along the wild streets and the Mersey
He would grow to a man
Lonely days, hungry days, hard times

With a pick & a shovel & a family to raise
Liverpool labor was hard
Still he found love and laughter
In those early days
Every day, I try to tell his story

Now the miles and the memories
Paint the lines on his face
Every day, I try to tell his story
Still he tells you of the hard times
With a smile on his face
All the years, all the tears and laughter
Kindness was not what he found in this world
But it was what he tried to give
Uncle Joe had a kind heart
And story to tell
Every day, I try to tell his story

I remember the time when
He entered my life
I was a young man on a journey
With a child and wife
Uncle Joe I remember as a white haired old man
With laughter and light I his eye
We’d a cheerful acquaintance
And a tearful goodbye
Every day, I try to tell his story

The Town I loved So Well

Written By: Phil Coulter

(c) Phil Coulter

In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well
where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
and we laughed through the smoke and the smell
Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane,
past ther gaol and down behind the fountain,
those were happy days in so many, many ways
in the town I loved so well.

In the early morning, the shirt factory horn
called women from Creggan, the moor and the bog
while their men on the dole played a mother's role
fed the children and then walked the dog
And when times got tough, there was just about enough
but they saw it through without complaining
for deep inside was a burning pride
in the town I loved so well

There was music there in the Derry air
like a language that we all could understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
when I sang for a small pick-up band
there I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
for I learned about life and I found a wife
in the town I loved so well

But when I returned how my eyes have burned
to see how a town could be brought to its knees
by the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
and the gas that hangs on to every breeze
Now the army's installed by the old gas yard wall
and the damded barbed wire gets higher and higher
with their tanks and their guns oh my God what have they done
to the town I loved so well

Now the music's gone but they carry on
for their spirit's been bruised, never broken
they will not forget but their hearts are set
on tomorrow and peace once again.
For what's done is done and what's won is won
and what's lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a bright, brand new day
in the town I loved so well
The Town I Loved So Well

Belles of Ontario

Written By: Brian McNeill

Belles O' Ontario
(c) Brian McNeill, 2004

As I lay a sleeping and the dawn light came creeping
And the Lake Huron wind came a whispering by
Sayin' the Belles O' Ontario were women to be wary -oh
With their honey gold locks and their fine rovin' eye

For their divas and dancers, connoisseurs of chancers
as brazen as they're bragh and as bonny as they're bold
and they'll turn a man's flirtation to debate and disputation
keep a fiddler laddie handy to look deep into their souls

and I'd walk 100 miles
and I walk 100 more
to see the belles of Ontario
a walking by the shore

They marshall their enjoyment with a general's deployment
With the charms nature gave them to entice and ensnare
And they calculate by fractions every power of attraction
Drive the lads to full distraction by the tossing of their hair

They're cool and they're collected and they like themselves reflected
In keekin' glass or passing laddie's eye for all to see
And they take their due with pleasure at their cool collected leisure
And to make yon butter melt would take a braver man then me

So come all you rabble rousers, ya buxom bawdy housers
Give yourself a ray of conceit to be a lady's man
If you're inclined to ramble, put your manhood to the gamble
Take the road up to Godrich with your heart in your hand

Just be ready for the ructions when you're tested to destruction
By a creature you know that's worth twice her weight in sin
For she might consent to kiss ya, or to smile and then dismiss ya
And leave you to the mercy of the Lake Huron wind

Down by the Glenside

Written By: Paedar Kearney

(Paedar Kearney)

'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my daydreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Star of the County Down

Written By: traditional


Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down
One morning in late July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
And she smiled as she passed me by;
Oh, she looked so neat from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there

CHO: Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling quare,
And I said, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown,
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the Star of the County Down."

I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began;
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown,
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the Star of the County Down.

At the harvest fair
I'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes.
With my shoes shone bright, and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut-brown Rose.
No horse I'll yoke, No pipe I'll smoke
Though with rust my plow turns brown,
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down.

Annie Laurie

Written By: traditional

Annie Laurie

Maxwelton's braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
'Twas there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true.
Gave me her promise true -
Which ne'er forgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.

Her brow is like the snow-drift,
Her neck is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest,
That 'er the sun shone on.
That 'er the sun shone on -
And dark blue is her e'e,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.

Like dew on gowan lying,
Is the fall of her fairy feet,
And like winds, in simmer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet -
And she's a' the world to me;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.

Monaghan's Lament

Written By: Jed Marum

(C) Jed Marum 2006

It was just outside of Shepardstown
Late in August sixty four
A thousand miles from New Orleans
A thousand days at war
We had spent our weight in heroes gold
We had spent our dash and hope
We had nothin’ left but war and death
So we gave them Yankees both

In a thund’rous din of doom and dust
Federal cavalry drove the field
A thund’rous wave of lead and lust
We leveled and they reeled
In a counter charge we cut them down
Dead and dying strewn the sand
And the cost was dear for one our own
Colonel Billy Monaghan

CHO: Put another Irish warrior in the ground
Another bold Confederate martyr is heaven bound

God bless you Billy Monaghan
May your name forever stand
Among the heroes of New Orleans
Favored son of Ireland

Inst break

A thousand miles from New Orleans
In the cold Virginia sand
We buried Billy Monaghan
Favored son of Ireland

After the Dance

Written By: John Taylor and Jed Marum

© John Taylor, Jed Marum, 2006

I still see them ever
When the dance is over
When the dancer’s gone
Will their song ring on forever?
I still see their faces
Hear lingering traces
A song the empty room graces
After the dance

CHO: After the dance
In harmony and measure
After the dance
An anthem to their joy
A cheerful refrain
A melody and treasure
And memories of pleasure ever
After the dance

They share hearth and heather
They join the dance together
They shed their tears and joy
Then they’re gone again forever
Heartache and laughter
Compose verse and chapter
A tale recounted ever after
After the dance - CHO

Our friends and relations
Our own aspirations
Will mingle at the dance
In succeeding generations
Many the members
The dear the heart remembers
And warm the dying fire’s embers
After the dance - CHO


Written By: Andy M Stewart

(c) Andy M Stewart

Have you seen him on the corner
And his lip would reach the pavement.
He's been hiding from his razor,
Is he not an awful sight?
In love he was the purist,
How he's frightening our tourists.
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'

"Take her in your arms
And tell her that you love her,
Take her in your arms
And hold that woman tight.
Won't you take her in your arms
And tell her that you love her.
If you're going to love a woman
Then be sure you do it right."

Now he met her at a disco
In a dive in San Francisco
And it all might have been different
Had he seen her in daylight.
She was painted, she was scented,
But she drove your man demented
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'

Here's a pub with fun and laughter
The landlord's buying bevvy.
There's a session in the corner
And the crack is grand tonight,
But your man who's lost his woman,
He's still at home lamenting.
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'

Now, depression's not a million laughs
But suicide's too dangerous.
Don't go leppin' out of buildings
In the middle of the night.
It's not the fall --- but landin'
That'll alter social standin'
So go first and ask your father
Oh, I'm sure he'll set you right, sayin'

Here's a health to all true lovers,
Their sisters and their brothers,
And their uncles and their grannies,
For this thing is black and white.
If you're keen to start romancin'
With its leppin' and its dancin'
Then go first and ask your father
And I'm sure he'll set you right, sayin'


Jed Marum has released 7 CDs on Boston Road Records. His music plays well on broadcast and Internet radio around the world, on syndicated and regional programming. His albums SOUL OF A WANDERER (2002) and MILES FROM HOME (2004) have each been listed on the Folk/Celtic DJ Most Played Artists list for 2 and 5 months respectively, in their first 12 months of release. Both albums made the BBC playlists along with Celtic Connections, Midnight Special and other widely syndicated programs.

Jed has recorded three albums with noted Canada and USA folk music producer, Paul Mills of Toronto and two with Scotland's Celtic music legend, Brian McNeill.

Hugh Morrison albums, UNDER A TEXAS SKYE and FEET TO THE FLOOR have played on Celtic broadcast and Internet radio, including the Thistle and Shamrock program.

The Lonestar Stout band - featuring Jed Marum with Hugh Morrison and Mason Brown will release an album called SANDS OF ABERDEEN in Oct of 2008. The album was produced by Paul Mills of Toronto ONT - and was recorded in the US and in Canada.

Set List

Traditional songs and contemporary songs would include; TOWN THAT I LOVED SO WELL, DOWN BY THE GLENSIDE, STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN, BROOM OF THE COWDENKNOWES, ANNIE LAURIE, TAKE HER IN YOUR ARMS. Expert musicianship and unique arrangements set these song apart for Jed Marum and Lonestar Stout. A typical 45 minutes set would be 7 or 8 songs with intros and would have 3 or 4 originals, 3 or 4 trad or contemporary songs or tunes. We feature some unusual instrumentation (e.g. the pardessus viol or banjola) and take a moment to introduce them to the audience. All of our music very strong. We select the set lists to fit the audience and circumstances, that is more Irish, more Scottish or more originals depending upon the event.