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Doran's Ass (Kenneth Peacock)

Patty Doyle lived in Killarney,
He courted a girl called Biddy Toole,
Her tongue was tipped with a bit of the blarney,
The same to Patty with a golden rule.

Both day and dawn she was his colleen,
Upon himself he used to say:
"What need I care when she's my darlin'
Coming to meet me on the way?"

Whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day,
Oh whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day.

One heavenly night in November,
Pat went out to meet his love;
What night it was I don't remember,
But the moon shone brightly from above.

That day the boys they got some liquor,
Which made our spirits light and gay,
Saying, "What's the use of me walkin' quicker?
For I know I'll meet her on the way."

Whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day,
Oh whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day.

Fatigue and whisky overcome him,
So Pat lay down upon the sod;
And as the spirits wandered through him,
His heavy head began to nod.

He was not long without a comrade,
One whom I'm sure could kick up hay,
A big jackass soon smelt out Pat
And lay beside him on the way.

Whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day,
Oh whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day.

He snugged and smugged the hairy messer,
He flung his hat with worldly care,
Says Pat, "She's mine, may heaven bless her,
But oh my soul, she's like a bear!"

He put his hand on the donkey's nose,
With that the ass began to bray,
Pat jumped up and roared out,
Who served me in such a way?"

Whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day,
Oh whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day.

Pat ran home as fast as he could,
At railway speed I'm sure,
He never stopped a leg or foot,
Until he came to Biddy's door.

By that time it was getting morning,
Down on his knees he fell to pray,
Saying, "Let me in, my Biddy darlin',
I'm killed, I'm murdered on the way."

Whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day,
Oh whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day.

He told his story mighty civil
For she prepared a whisky glass,
How he hugged and smugged a hairy messer'
"Go 'way," said she, "'twas Doran's ass."

"I know it was, my Biddy darlin'."
They both got married the next day,
He never got back the old straw hat
The jackass ate up on the way.

Whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day,
Oh whack with a lay-rah lay-rah lie-doh,
Whack with a lay-rah lay-rye day.

####.... Author unknown. Variant of a 19th-century British broadside ballad [Laws Q19] G Malcolm Laws, American Balladry From British Broadsides, p.282 (1957). Also a variant of a British broadside ballad, Doran's Ass, published by J O Bebbington (Manchester) sometime between 1855 and 1858, and archived at the Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, shelfmark: Harding B 11(946) ....####

This variant was collected in 1951 from James Heaney [1886-1962] of Stock Cove, NL, by Kenneth Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 1, pp.50-52, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.

Two variants were collected in 1951 from a Mr Fitzgerald of Renews, NL, and Bert Fitzgerald of Trepassey, NL, and published as Paddy Doyle in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

Kenneth Peacock noted that a similar version of this Irish comic ditty appears on page 43 in Manus O'Conor's Irish-Come-All-Ye's, New York, 1901. Verse eight was missing in the Newfoundland variant but Peacock added it from O'Conor's printed version.


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