Ploughman's Dinner Call
TYPE | 2 - Simple Melody |
TOPIC | Rural Life |
TUNE STRUCTURE | 9 bars |
VERSE STRUCTURE | not given |
TIME SIGNATURE | C |
KEY SIGNATURE | ♯ |
TONAL CENTRE | E |
INCIPIT | GGGGGGF♯EF♯F♯F♯F♯ |
GENRE | Worksong |
TEXT SOURCE | George Petrie, The Petrie Collection of the Ancient Music of Ireland (Dublin: M. H. Gill, 1855), pp.26-30 |
TUNE SOURCE | as above |
FIRST LINE | Bhrod is buail is tiomain |
NOTATED INCIPIT | |
This song is essentially in two sections: the vocables 'Hób hóbobobó' are sung to the first four bars, to encourage the horse; and the words proper then begin in the fifth bar. |
Ploughman's Dinner CallBhrod is buail is tiomáinLairíd ruadh na droch mhnaCos ar an g-céacht, a Thomair,Is feach an bh-fhuil an n-dinér ah teacht.'Ta sé dha bhuainBrod is buail is tiomáin, &c.'Ta se dha bhualadhBrod is buail is tiomáin, &c.'Ta sé dha chaitheadhBrod is buail is tiomáin, &c.'Ta sé dha mheiltBrod is buail is tiomáin, &c.'Ta sé dha chriathradhBrod is buail is tiomáin, &c.'Ta sé dha fhrineBrod is buail is tiomáin, &c.'Ta sé dha fhuineBrod is buail is tiomáin, &c.'Ta sé dha imaine.Brod is buail is tiomáin, &c.'Ta sé ateachtHób, a héin, is tiomáinLairin ruadh na beagh-mhnaScuir na capaill, a ThomáirAnois 'ta ar n'dinér ateacht.
Ploughman's Dinner CallTails-man:Goad, and strike, and drive,The bad woman's little brown mare;Put your foot on the plough, O Thomas,And see if our dinner is coming.Third man:It [i.e., the corn for it] is a-reaping.Tails-man:Goad and strike, and drive &c.Third man:It is a-threshingTails-man:Goad and strike, and drive &c.Third man: It is a-winnowingTails-man:Goad and strike, and drive &c.Third man:It is a-dryingTails-man:Goad and strike, and drive &c.Third man:It is a-grinding.Tails-man:Goad and strike, and drive &c.Third man:It is a-sifting.Tails-man:Goad and strike, and drive &c.Third man: It is a-kneading.Tails-man:Goad and strike, and drive &c.Third man:It is a-bakingTails-man:Goad and strike, and drive &c.Third man: It is a-comingTails-man:Hób and Héín, and driveThe good woman's little brown mare:Unyoke the horses, O Thomas,Now that our dinner is coming.