Sean Brady's original song lyrics

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Arthur Guinness Blues

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1985)

This is certainly very much about me (although I was never a pioneer!) and my drinking days. I always tried to bluster my way through the hangovers and darkness of my boozing escapades but in the end it brought me to a dark place. I incessantly tried to stop but could never STAY stopped. I saw the light on June 2nd 2000, when I had my last hangover. One day at a time, I have not touched it since. (Touchwood!)

My pockets are all empty there's thunder in my head
It's twenty past eleven and I should be out of bed
I should be on the site but I was out last night
I'm going to give up drinking for the hundredth thousandth time

Sometimes when I go boozing I never stop to think
It helps me put my cares away when I go on the drink
But when it comes next morning and you're lying in your bed
It feels like someone's put an atom bomb inside your head

Chorus:

And I get the Arthur Guinness Blues
I can't find my trousers nor my shoes
My pockets are all empty and I'm late for work again
Today I'll make a promise to give up drink again

I used to be a pioneer and I never touched a drop
But one day I took a sup and now I never stop
My wife she's like a dragon she never stops her naggin'
So it's off down to the local I'm no more on the wagon

Now some men like their lager and others like their scotch
But I like pints and pints of stout and I drink it quite a lot
You can keep your fancy wines and your fancy German beers
'Cos I like pints of porter 'til it comes out of my ears

Repeat chorus and end

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Circle of Love

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 2007)

Sort of autobiographical stuff on relationships that start off great, fizzle out and you end up right back where you began to have yet another try!

You and I will never be together again
You and I won’t ever be together again
I thought you were the one for me
To turn my nightmare into a dream
Make all the bad things good
Make my life the way it should be
Well that’s where it began
And once again it’s ending
Cos' you and I will never be together again

You were a lonely girl in a lonely city
Sitting there looking oh so pretty
That’s where it began
There’s no use pretending
Oh you and I will never be together again
It’s the circle never ending circle of love

You and I will never be together again
Oh you and I won’t ever be together again
I Thought I was the one for you
To make all your dreams come true
Make all your bad things good
Make your life the way it should be
Well that’s where it began
And this is never ending
And you and I will never be together again

Now I'm a lonely man in a lonely city
Drowning here in sea of self pity
That’s where it began
It seems never ending
Oh you and I will never be together again

We couldn’t quite make it work together
This search for love seems to last forever
That’s where we began
A journey without ending
And you and I will never be together again

It’s a circle never ending circle of love
Oh it’s the circle never ending circle of love
It’s a circle never ending circle of love
Never ending circle of love
Never ending circle of love

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Desperate Dan

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1985)

I used to be a railway labourer and building site worker many yonks ago and came across this type of 'little Hitler' type of character more than once in my travels.

My name is Desperate Dan and I am the ganger man
I'm Desperate Dan the ruthless ganger man

Now each mornng I clock on and I put my wellies on
I'm a king for the rest of the working day
And I'll make you dig that hole
Or you're going on the dole
Says Desperate Dan the ruthless ganger man

Now I don't care a toss and I love to please my boss
I hire and I fire all the time
And if you don't pull your weight
It's the dole queue for you mate
You'd better watch your stepping out of line

Well his name is Desperate Dan and he is the ganger man
He's Desperate Dan the ruthless ganger man

Now I'm only five feet tall but I feel like six feet four
And how I love to give someone the sack
And if your work is slack
Then I'll stab you in the back
I feel like God 'cos I'm the ganger man

Now I like to cat quite flash
And I'm never short of cash
I do a bit of fiddling on the side
And the boss he thinks I'm great
And I crawl just like a snake
I'm Desperate Dan the ruthless ganger man

His name is Desperate Dan and he is the ganger man
Look out for Desperate Dan the ganger man
Avoid him like the plague boys if you can
A curse on Desperate Dan the ganger man

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De Valera

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1985 and 2007)

This is loosely based not on my Dad but rather my Grandfather. He was a Dev disciple and Tan war veteran. As a boy I listened to his Dev stories for hours in Pat Collin's pub in Adare. I researched the 'Chief' in later years, read lots of stuff, talked with lots of people from his era and came up with this song. It's perhaps one of my better efforts and it's been covered by a few acts including the Furey's on their album, 'Winds of Change'.

I remember the day De Valera he died
my father he just broke down and he cried
he wept like a baby for Dev was his pride
but it held me no fears and I shed no tears
for this man of our times

They say Dev was a hero in 1916
he held Boland's mill for the orange and green
he was sentenced to die with Pearse and McBride
but his birth far away let him fight another day
lucky man of our times
Chorus:
He was loved he was hated he was cherished despised
there were rivers of tears when the chieftain he died
but love him or hate him I cannot decide
what to make of old Dev this man of our times

When I was at school Christian brothers were cruel
we lived off the land to be scarce was the rule
and we fled in our droves to the Emigrants boat
we weren't free yet and we questioned respect
for this man of our times

My parents were poor and the cupboard was bare
you can't feed a child on a dream or a prayer
but the boys in Dail Eireann got rich as we pined
they were led by the chief and we had no relief
from this man of our times
Chorus:
He was loved he was hated he was cherished despised
there were rivers of tears when the chieftain he died
but love him or hate him I cannot decide
what to make of old Dev this man of our times

Now Spain had its Franco, France its Degaulle
we had our Dev and God rest his soul
but history will judge on the man from Bruree
De Valera's lost dream our Nation unfree
its the shame of our times

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The Drumshanbo Exile

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1984)

Apart from the title track, this has by far been the most requested song from the 'Thatcher Song' album at my gigs. It seems to have struck a chord with a lot of people who can relate to it either directly or via a family member from their past or present. The 1950's were dark days for Ireland and my Dad and most of his brothers and sisters were amongst those who fled the hardship of the times to come to London in the 1950's and onwards. Why Drumshanbo? I was married to someone from near there and my own family has roots in nearby Roscommon. Whilst visiting there one autumn, I drove through Drumshanbo on a dark, wet day and it seemed to epitomise the gloom and doom of a typically deserted Irish village as it was in the days of mass emigration. Leitrim was also once the most emigrated from county in Ireland per capita.

In nineteen fifty two begins a tale I'll tell to you
From Drumshanbo off to London I was bound
Said goodbye to Leitrim's plains
joined on board and eastbound train
saw no use to stay in poverty's domain
Mother cried a hundred tears for her lad of nineteen years
And my father sisters brothers bade me well

As I left Dun Laighoire pier I was filled with lonesome fear
What awaits this poor young Paddy O'er the waves
With the sum of seven pounds I arrived in Camden town
Found some digs and joined with Murphys volunteers
Well it didn't seem so bad sent some shillings to me dad
And at first it seemed to be a home from home

When on Fridays wages came Camden Town had hell to pay
As the lads and me we'd drink ourselves insane
I took to drinking hard played the bookies and the cards
And the money home it soon was hard to find
Oh the years passed swiftly by and between yourself and I
I grew lonesome for Drumshanbo's plains and glens

At the Banba and Galtymore lovely women by the score
But somehow I never found myself a wife
The craic was pretty good in Camden Town and Cricklewood
And old Kilburn's smokey bars I knew them well
In the Memphis Belle some nights or Biddy Mulligans by the lights
Or a Rebel song or two in the Old Bell

In my lodgings now I'll rest and on days gone by reflect
On my wasted years and where do I belong
Mother Father passed away sisters brothers in their graves
Old Drumshanbo seems a million miles away

Now I'm old and all alone with no one to call my own
I've no wife nor family to share my pain
So tonight for old times sake on the razzle I'll engage
To the Windsor & the Edinburgh I'll roam

And tonight in Camden Town many sorrows I will drown
Lovely Leitrim on the jukebox I will play
So to all of Irelands youth spare a while for Gods own truth
There is nothing here but loneliness and tears
So to all of Irelands youth spare a while for Gods own truth
There is nothing here but loneliness and tears

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Forbidden Fruit

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 2007)

Fiction for me but I'm sure it sums up the 'no win' situation when someone falls in love with somebody already spoken for.

Oh tonight I will lay with my loved one
Oh tonight I will lay with my dear
And tonight as I sleep with that someone
I will hold her sweet body so near

Forbidden fruit it tastes sweet and it tastes bitter
When the one that you love you can’t have
Cos' she’s promised herself to another
With that gold wedding band on her hand

Wish to god that I never had met her
Wish to god she was single and free
All that’s left are the slow dying embers
Of a love that just never could be

Forbidden fruit it tastes sweet and its tastes bitter
When the one that you love you can’t have
Cos' she’s promised herself to another
With that gold wedding band on her hand

So no more will I lay with my loved one
Oh no more will she be my side
All alone I must face my tomorrows
With a dream that has withered and died

Forbidden fruit it tastes sweet and its tastes bitter
When the one that you love you can’t have
Cos' she’s promised herself to another
With that gold wedding band on her hand

Cos' she’s promised herself to another
With that gold wedding band on her hand


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Jewel of the Village (Version two)

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 2007)

This is a song for all the Irish women who were abandoned, betrayed and banished by the hypocrites and charlatans of yesterday's 'Holy' (sic) Ireland. Amongst the countless numbers who fled, many perished at the hands of the backstreet abortionists. Many who stayed behind endured the barbarism and cruelty of the infamous, 'Magdalen Laundries'.

A young girl headed out to the station
For a train that would speed her away
Across the water to the unknown in London
With her head bowed and covered in shame
Her parents could abide her no longer
So afraid what the neighbours might say
For a child it was growing inside her
With no husband to promise his name

Chorus:

Now the jewel of the village is gone
Far away full of shame all alone
Banished by the ones who claimed to love her
Forsaken by the holy ones
Who preach with hearts of stone

When that train pulled into Euston station
She waited but nobody came
No one to turn to no friends nor relations
Through her tears oh God help me she prayed

In no time she fell by the wayside
But the Angels just took her away
Cos’ she died in a backstreet in London
For the few pounds that man made her pay

Repeat Chorus twice:

Who preach with hearts of stone
Who preach with hearts of stone
Who preach with hearts of stone

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Maggie and the Farmer

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1985)

A silly song really but it got a few laughs with it's double entendre's and sold a lot of copies on 7" vinyl single. Being so irreverent to the PM in my songs in the 1980's was considered by many as somewhat outrageous and by some even sillier silly Billie's almost seditious, but this song was fairly harmless and by today's standards very meek and mild indeed!

Excuse me Mrs T would you ever marry me
I love you like an ass is fond of clover
Would you ever leave oul' Denis
And to Ireland travel over
From tales I've heard your old mans rarely sober

Chorus:

I've a fine big pair of bullocks
and a lovely cock of hens
If you saw me gander well your eyes would water
I could learn you how to gig
And teach you how to muck a pig
Oh Mrs T I love you more each day

Will you listen Mrs T well it's plain for all to see
That old Garret thinks you are a bonny lass
But you'll surely be mistaken
If for him you're calculating
Sure he doesn't know his donkey from his ass

Chorus:

I've a fine big pair of bullocks
and a lovely cock of hens
If you saw me gander well your eyes would water
I could learn you how to gig
And teach you how to muck a pig
Oh Mrs T I love you more each day

NOw excuse me Mrs T but I'm trembling at the knees
And I'm wondering if you'll ever be my bride
In my big four poster bed
Will you ever lay your head
Shall I ever see your wellies next to mine

Chorus:

I've a fine big pair of bullocks
and a lovely cock of hens
If you saw me gander well your eyes would water
I could learn you how to gig
And teach you how to muck a pig
Oh Mrs T I love you more each day

Save and guard us Mrs T it's frustrating can't you see
I'm a farmer and a man with many needs
And I'll give all my manure
If with me you would endure
For to spend your days with me in old Adare

Chorus:

I've a fine big pair of bullocks
and a lovely cock of hens
If you saw me gander well your eyes would water
I could learn you how to gig
And teach you how to muck a pig
Oh Mrs T I love you more each day

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Michael

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1984)

This is about an Irishman who ends up a down and out on the streets of Kilburn but who served (as many tens of thousands did) in the British forces in the fight against Hitler. I met many Irishmen who fought in WW2 and the record shows that their bravery and contribution was legendary on the field of battle. Sadly, unfounded anti Irish prejudice in Britain after the war, due in part to Ireland's neutrality during the conflict, nullified much of the respect that should have been unwaveringly afforded to such men.

Michael's making his way down the Edgware road tonight
With his bags and ragged clothes he's not a pretty sight
Just another bleak day in the rest of his life
With no fixed abode as he carries his weary load
And Michael do they want you anymore

Michael he's a man, travelled the world in a uniform
You name it he's been there from Dunkirk over to Alamein
And his eldest brother died beside the river Kwai
Michael paid his price and now he makes it twice
And Michael do they need you anymore

Chorus:

And the butterflies inside will drown with the tide
Of the cider the meths and the wine
And Michael do they need you anymore

Michael answered the call
when the clouds billowed for Hitler's war
It wasn't Michael's war but a jobs a job you know the score
And thousand's fought and died in many foreign lands
But who gives a damn for a dead Irishman
And Michael they don't need you anymore

Michael has a son in Toronto off in Canada
And his daughter wed a man away in southern Africa
And the woman he once loved she love's him no more
She just walked away things happen that way
And Michael they don't want you anymore

Chorus:

And the butterflies inside will drown with the tide
Of the cider the meths and the wine
And Michael they don't want you anymore

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Mother England's Giro

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1984)

This was a big hit for me, never got any airplay at the time and got up a few peoples noses in the process.

Well me giro came this morning I was happy as could be
I get me giro once a week from the social security
This country is so giving this beats working for a living
Three cheers Mother England for me giro

Chorus:

Thank you mother England for me giro
I live the life of Reilly with me giro
So fair play to ya Maggie for helping poor old Paddy
Thank you Mother England for me giro

Now I'm working on the buildings with me wages cash in hand
And sod the Inland Revenue I just don't give a damn
Me giro gives me lolly and it makes me life so jolly
God bless Mother England for me giros

Chorus:

Ah thank you Mother England for me giro
I've got the best of both worlds with me giro
They give me loads of money in this land of milk and honey
God bless Mother England for her giros

I go down to the social ev'ry tuesday to sign on
And I dress up like a nacker with me smelly wellies on
And I get back to me lodgings and I dress up to the nines
And I hit the Kilburn high road with me giro

Chorus:

It's great crack here in England with me giro
It's such a good old country with its giros
So three cheers to you Maggie for helping poor old Paddy
God bless Mother England and her giros
This country is so giving this beats working for a living
Thank you Mother England for me giro

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My First Love

Words & Music By Sean Patrick McCarthy (Copyright Brady’s Music Publishing 2007)

Do we ever forget the first one? have you REALLY forgotten yours?

I remember when I saw you for the first time
Your beautiful dark hair and those brown eyes
And though time may dim the pain
Just sometimes now and then
I remember you still I think of you my first love

Chorus

I remember you more than any other lover
your place cannot be taken by another
and I remember you I’ll remember you
my first love

Just being by your side it felt like heaven
I never thought goodbye would ever happen
But young love it is blind
Has no wisdom of goodbyes
And I remember you still I dream of you
My first love

Chorus

I remember you more than any other lover
your place cannot be taken by another
and I remember you I’ll remember you
my first love

Sometimes at night in arms of a new found lover
I think of where you are and then discover
that no matter how try
though the years have travelled by
I remember you still I yearn for you
My first love

Chorus

I remember you more than any other lover
your place cannot be taken by another
and I remember you I’ll remember you
my first love

I remember you more than any other lover
your place cannot be taken by another
and I remember you I’ll remember you
my first love


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Part Time Lover

Words & Music By Sean Patrick McCarthy (Copyright Brady’s Music Publishing 2007)

Autobiographical and I've been both perpetrator and recipient!.

You only call me when you’re lonely
When there’s no one else to love
And when you hold me with a passion
It isn’t me you’re thinking of
The only time you ever need me
Is when your new love’s at an end
But like a fool I come back running
To a love that’s just pretend

Chorus:

But your part time lover
Is about to discover
That playing second fiddle aint for me
I’m gonna be history
To the way you’ve been using me
And your part time lover
Will be your used to be

You only want me when you’re missing
Another love that cannot be
And the fire that is burning
Burns for him but not for me

You only call me when you’re lonely
When there’s no one else to love
And when you hold me with a passion
It isn’t me you’re thinking of

Repeat Chorus twice:

Will be your used to be

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Republic of Kilburn

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1985)

Kilburn was always known as the heartland for the Irish in London. I played in most of the Irish music pubs there at one time or another and it was a big part of my drinking days. Doing a gig down at Biddies and then heading down to Nelley's in Walm lane was a regular adventure. Wouldn't want to go back to all that now but no regrets either! This song was written by me in affectionate euphoric recall of the good bits!

There's a place of great renown it's not far from Camden Town
It's Ireland's county number thirty three
Where the crack it's mighty good from Kensal Rise to Cricklewood
The Republic of Kilburn is its name

If it's records you want handy get yourself along to Mandy's
It's on the high road down in Willesden Green
And the drink it's flowing down at the Broadway in the Crown
The Republc Of Kilburn's still the same

Chorus:

Oh I live in the Republic of Kilburn
Where everybody knows you by your name
If ever you should visit my fair county
Be sure and spend an evening with me
I'll show you all the sites in this old county
It's Ireland's county number thrity three

When the weekend comes along you can hear an Irish song
For miles around from Nellie's to the Crown
Or you can dance til' early morn' in the good old Galtymore
The Republic of Kilburn's still the same

There's a place of great renown it's not far from Camden Town
It's Ireland's county number thirty three
Where the crack it's mighty good from Kensal Rise to Cricklewood
The Republic of Kilburn is its name

Chorus:

Oh I live in the Republic of Kilburn
Where everybody knows you by your name
If ever you should visit my fair county
Be sure and spend an evening with me
I'll show you all the sites in this old county
It's Ireland's county number thirty three

It's Ireland's county number thirty three

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Tablets of Stone

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 2007)

This is a country gospel song with a message to do it right now before it's too late! I'm trying to practice what I preach on that one!

On Gods words were the roots of my raising
An old country farm was my home
My daddy brought me up believing
In Gods words from those tablets of stone

When momma died daddy kept us together
Gave us all that he had though alone
And the key to our family’s survival
Were Gods words on those tablets of stone

Chorus:

It’s so easy to forget where you came from
As you seek a new life of your own
But too late is the time you’ll remember
Gods own words from those tablets of stone
Gods sweet words from those tablets of stone

As I grew from a boy into manhood
I decided that I had to roam
But I took me to drinking and gambling
I Turned my back on those tablets of stone

Then one day when I got out of prison
I repented and made for my home
But too late buried there in the churchyard
Was my Dad ‘neath a tablet of stone

Repeat Chorus twice:

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Taoiseach's Hooley

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1984)

This was my follow up single to 'The Thatcher Song' and was a mega seller for me. Again, it got a blank from the radio stations but it didn't seem to affect it's sales figures too badly! It took ages to write and includes a lot of celebs and famous people who are no longer with us.

Oh the Taoiseach's having a hooley tonight
there'll be awful celebration and delight
for the oil its coming ashore fortunes knocking at the door
now there's V.I.P.'s in plenty to be seen
there's Maggie Thatcher and the Queen
Prince Charles and his little colleen
well there's great craic promised at the Taoiseach's house tonight

Now there's bacon and cabbage and crubeens upon the table
there's poteen and porter for all of them that's able
but watch out for Denis the menace
knocking back the pints of Guinness
while Maggie's dancing the wearing of the green
and here comes President Reagan
on his horse with guns a blazing
there's great craic promised at the Taoiseach's house tonight

Now the Pope & Mr Paisley are getting on fine
sure they've settled down for the game of 25
there's Liberace & Diana singing songs at the oul piano
well there's quare old things at the Taoiseachs house tonight
and Prince Charles has gone half silly look at him playing with his little willie
oh such peculiar things at the Taoiseach's house tonight

Now randy Andy's looking awful dandy
sure he's out on the floor with Mr Reagan's Nancy
such a siege of Ennis you never saw
what a shower of eejits out on the floor
the oul Taoiseach's doing a hornpipe with the Queen
and the crowd has gone half crazy at the sound of Mr Paisley
singing Kevin Barry at the Taoiseach's house tonight

Now Prince Philip's gone oustside walking the dogs
and there's Bo Derek slippin' on her bathing togs
well his feelings now he can't control
sure its driving your man right up the pole
well its hard old times at the Taoiseachs house tonight
now Prince Charles is showing his Willy
to all the girls in Dublin city
well there's great craic promised at the Taoiseach's house tonight
now Prince Charles is showing his Willy
to all the girls in Dublin city
well there's great craic promised at the Taoiseach's house tonight

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The Quare One

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1984)

This was based on a lovely lady who used to come along to my gigs many years ago in South London. She was always smiling and could get up and dance like a good 'un. If you're reading this Mary, 'Hello!'

Well I got a missus and she's big and fat
And she's always grinning like a Cheshire cat
She weighs nineteen stone but I'm a bag of bones
She's the abne of me life the oul' quare one
A diabolical site the oul' quare one

Down the Galtymore every saturday night
To the Ceili hall goes me and the wife
She drags me out on the floor til me feet get sore
And I'm fair knackered out by the quare one
She's a powerful craicher the quare one

Nows in our house there's three of us
Your woman and I and a cat named Gus
She thinks more of him than she does of me
She loves her oul' pussy the quare one
She's cat altogether the quare one

Just the other night I was having me fill
Of a plate of stew that'd make you ill
When I says to her this'd slay the cat
She stuck it in me face the oul' quare one
You've got to watch your mouth with the quare one

Just the other night I caught a terrible view
When she bent herself over to lace up her shoes
Well you never would believe the sight that I saw
And it scared the cat silly that he ran through the door
Such a sight for the eyes the oul' quare one

Last thing at night it's such a terrible sight
When she takes off her wellies and she tears off her tights
And she takes off her corset and her brassieres too
And she looks like something you'd find at the zoo
Such a sight for the eyes the oul' quare one

When in bed at night I starts to dream
A fantasising of some beauty queen
The oul' missus turns her head
And she'll see me grin
Then she'll rap me o'er the brains
With a rolling pin

Repeat first verse and end

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The Thatcher Song

Words & Trad arr Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1983)

I wrote most of this in about 20 minutes one night whilst watching 'News at Ten'. Little did I know that it was going to change my life and lead to some wonderful places and experiences, the spin offs were amazing and continue to this day. Thank you Maggie!

Maggie Thatcher you can't match her she's the darling of us all
She's the curse of the Irish Nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail
She's destroyed me hire purchase and she's put me on the dole
If I could only get my hands on her I'd kick her up the-----

Good onya Mrs Thatcher you're the cutest girl of all
such a biddy fine and buxom sure the likes you'll not recall
when she holds negotiations things they always reach a hitch
she's the world in ruination such a schemer the old--------

Good onya Mrs Thatcher no one in this world can match her
but she's trying to take the vote away from the paddies once again**
we're not worried 'bout your English vote nor your politicians gas
you can keep them Mrs Thatcher you can shove them up your----

Help us Mrs Thatcher with the prices rising high
and the work is getting awful scarce paddy's losing that's no lie
now you say that you don't want us that we've stayed here long enough
(now you say that you don't want us that we're really out of luck
but if I were a taxidermist I would tell you to get -------

Fair play Mrs Thatcher sure you know a trick or two
and each time you come to Dublin well we know just what you'll do
you'll dress up in your finery and preach with all your might
but all of your fancy promise's are just a load of-----

We love you Mrs Thatcher like your old man loves his brew
such a lad your husband Denis when he's had a sup or two
sure he'll take a pint of porter and a glass of Irish mist
and because he faces you each night no wonder he gets------

Thatcher you can't match her she's the darling of us all
She's the curse of the Irish Nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail

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Valley of Tears

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1986 & 2007))

This was written about an old flame of mine from many moons ago who went onto better things. I felt full of self pity and misery at the time but it did me a great favour. I think it's true that 'Pain is the touchstone of spiritual growth' No pain, no gain.

You’re up on your mountain
You’re way up on high
Looking down on me darling
Now I’m left wondering why

Lord if I had the power to go back in time
I’d go back to where we were
Before you told me goodbye

Chorus:

Thought we had a love that never could die
Yet you shattered my feelings
You cut me down to size
I helped you venture up there guided you through your fears
But then you left me behind you in my Valley Of Tears

Perhaps in time you’ll consider
All the hurting you’ve done
I guess time waits for no one
When the damage is done

Oh and it sure has a habit of passing us by
Yet the trouble with memories
Is they don’t always die

Repeat Chorus:

But then you left me behind you in my Valley Of Tears

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You're Never Too old to Love (Version one)

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1985)

I wrote this song as an experiment. The sentiments are not mine but I'm sure they relate to the lucky ones who experience true everlasting love through marriage. At the time Foster and Allen were selling colossal numbers of singles and albums with this type of lyric so I thought I'd give it a try and write something in that genre. I got lucky and it was covered by them on their 'Heartstrings' album which charted in the UK and sold massively. It is (to date) the most lucrative song I've written and has been re-released umpteen times on various compilation albums as well as having had extensive airplay on BBC radio 2 and regional stations worldwide. I struck lucky a few years later with the same song, that I re-wrote for Susan McCann. (see below) Susan also had a hit with it in the UK and Ireland and once again it got onto the BBC radio 2 playlists for some time. My own version is on my 'Thatcher Song' album. I got tons of requests to do it at gigs but I never performed it live once!

Honey you look so good today
I love you a thousand ways
It's our golden wedding day
You're never too old to love

Now we're in our twilight years
We've laughed and we've shed our tears
The future we do not fear
You're never too old to love

They say good things have to pass
That true love can never pass
But darling we've proved them wrong
You're never too old to love

Chorus:

You're never too old to love
Love and age they go hand in glove
Though your hair is silvery grey
The wrinkles cannot betray
You're never too old to love

I've loved you through all the days
It matters not what they say
I guess we're two of a kind
You're never too old to love

Once when you and I we were young
And loves song was sweetly sung
The sands of time passed us by
You're never too old to love

Repeat chorus and end

Available on THE THATCHER SONG CD via the SHOP

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You're Never Too old to Love (Version two)

This is the rewrite of the original version. The first cut was a tad iffy in the lyrics department so I rewrote it to make a little more sense! Susan McCann did this one and it was a roaring success with lots of major BBC National and Regional airplay and sales. It's still on release with Prism Leisure.

Words & Music Copyright Sean Brady (Brady's Music Publishing 1985 and 1991)

Honey you look so good today
I love you a thousand ways
It's our golden wedding day
You're never too old to love

Now we're in our twilight years
We've laughed and we've shed our tears
The future we do not fear
You're never too old to love

Remember when we were young
and loves song was sweetly sung
Now it seems like we've just begun
You're never too old to love

Chorus

You're never too old to love
It's still you that I'm dreaming of
When you put your lips to mine
It feels like the first time
You're never too old to love

They say good things have to pass
That true love can never last
But darling we've proved them wrong
You're never too old to love

So here on this special day
We'll dream of our yesterdays
We'll dance and we'll celebrate
You're never too old to love

Chorus

You're never too old to love
It's still you that I'm dreaming of
When you put your lips to mine
It feels like the first time
You're never too old to love

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