The Irish Wolfhounds

The Irish Wolfhounds

 Raleigh, North Carolina, USA
BandFolkAcoustic

The Irish Wolfhounds play a fun filled mix of Irish and Scottish music. Dance tunes and ballads flow freely through out the night as the hounds pursue an evening of good fun and craic for all.

Biography

James and Bruce met down at Horniblows, a local Tavern in Raleigh, NC, at the Monday night open jam. Bruce and James almost immediately began collaborating going equally between Irish, Scottish, Rock and Roll and Blues.

Along the way, James started playing down at the Tir Na Nog Irish session, and met Allen there. The two hit it off immediately, both enjoying the great craic found in playing together. Many a time they found themselves starting to play in the afternoon, and not stopping till late into the night.

At some point the three combined forces, and the Irish Wolfhounds were born.

Lyrics

Hills of Connemara

Written By: Traditional

Keep your eyes well peeled today,
The excisemen are on the way,
Searching for the mountain tay,
In the hills of Connemara!

(chorus)
Gather up your pots and your old ten cans,
The mash, the worm, the barley and the bran,
Run like the Divil from the exciseman,
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney!

Swing to the left and swing to the right,
The excisemen will dance all night,
Drinking up the tay till the broad daylight,
In the Hills of Connemara!

(chorus)

A gallon for the butcher, a quart for John,
A bottle for poor old Father Tom,
To help the poor old dear along,
In the hills of Connemara!

(chorus)

Stand your ground for its too late,
The excisemen are at the gate,
Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinkin' it straight,
In the hills of Connemara!

(chorus)

Sally MacLannane

Written By: Shane MacGowan

Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born,
He played it from the night time, to the distant early morn,
He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn,
And they all looked very happy in the morning.

Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours,
Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks when he had to many powers,
So sad to see the grieving of the people he was leaving,
He took the road from no where in the morning.

(chorus)
So we walked him to the station in the rain,
We kissed him as we put him on the train,
We sang a song of times long gone,
Though we knew we'd be seeing him in the morning!
Sad to say, I must be on my way,
So buy me beer and whiskey, cause I'm going far away,
I'd like to think I'll be returning when I can,
To the best little boozer and Sally MacLannane

The times they changed the years went by, I grew to be a man.
I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLannane,
I took the jeers and drank the beers, and crawled back home at dawn,
And soon become a barman in the morning.

I pulled the pump, and did the hump and watered whiskey down,
I talked of whores and horses with the men who drank the brown,
Some people say that Jimmy's making money far away,
And some left for heaven without warning.

(chorus)

When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone,
He asked of all the details of the train that they went on,
Some people are afraid to croak, but Jimmy drank until he choked,
He took the road to heaven in the morning.

(chorus)

Wild Mountain Thyme

Written By: Traditional

The summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme,
Grows around the blooming heather.

(chorus)
Will you go lassie go,
And we'll all go together,
To pluck wild mountain thyme,
All around the blooming heather.

I will build my love a tower,
Upon yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I will build,
All the flowers of the mountain.

(chorus)

If my love she were gone,
I would surely find another,
To pluck wild mountain thyme,
All around the blooming heather.

(chorus)

Dirty Old Town

Written By: Ewan MacColl

I met my love by the gas works cry,
Dreamed a dream by the old canal,
Kissed my girl by the factory wall,
Dirty Old Town, Dirty Old Town.

The clouds are drifting across the moon,
Cats are prowling on their beat,
There springs a girl from the streets at night,
Dirty Old Town, Dirty Old Town.

I heard a siren come from the docks,
Saw a train set the night on fire,
I smelled the spring on the smokey wind,
Dirty Old Town, Dirty Old Town.

I'm going to make me a big sharp ax,
Shining steel tempered in the fire,
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree,
Dirty Old Town, Dirty Old Town.

I met my love by the gas works cry,
Dreamed a dream by the old canal,
Kissed my girl by the factory wall,
Dirty Old Town, Dirty Old Town.

Home By Bearna

Written By: Traditional

In Scarlet Glen there lives a lass, and every evening after mass,
She goes and takes a glass, before going home by Bearna.
We won't go home along the road, for fear you might act the rogue,
We won't go home along the road, we'll go home by Bearna.

We go home across the fields, the big thornin's could stick our heels,
We won't go home across the fields, we'll go home by Bearna,
We won't go home across the bog, for fear we might meet Kearney's dog,
We won't go home across the bog, we'll go home by Bearna.

We won't go down the green boreen, the night is bright we might be seen,
We won't go down the green boreen, we'll go home by Bearna.
We won't go home across the glen, for fear your blood might rise again,
We won't go home across the glen, we'll go home by Bearna.

In Scarlet Glen there lives a lass, and every evening after mass,
She goes and takes a glass, before going home by Bearna.
We won't go home along the road, for fear you might act the rogue,
We won't go home along the road, we'll go home by Bearna.

Discography

Irish Wolfhounds 2009 Demo

Set List

This is just an example. Everytime we play unless we are just pressed for time we play different sets. Additionally, if a song request is made and we know it, we do it.

Set I
6:00 6:00 Hills of Connamara/Whiskey Before Breakfast/The One that
Follows
9:50 3:50 Sally McLane
13:20 3:30 I Buried My Wife and Danced on Her Grave/ Humours of
Glendart/Cliffs of Moher (Jig Set)
19:20 6:00 P Stands for Paddy
24:20 7:10 The Heart Dance/The Next One/Home By Bearna
31:30 3:00 Ramblin' Rover
34:30 5:40 Wild Mountain Thyme
40:10 5:00 Dirty Old Town
45:40 5:30 Jolly Beggerman

Set II
7:10 7:10 Follow Me Up to Carlow
10:30 3:20 Let the Grasses Grow/Rare Auld Mountain Dew
18:40 8:10 Lakes of Pontchetrain
22:40 4:30 The Wild Rover
30:10 6:30 Bedlam Boys/Sweet Sound the Morning (No