"The Story I tell you is true"
Quote from Padraic on October 20, 2008, 3:02 pmDoes anyone know who sings the song "the story i tell you is true"
i have all the words to it but would like to buy this song on cd, if anyone has any ideas please let me know.Thanks
Does anyone know who sings the song "the story i tell you is true"
i have all the words to it but would like to buy this song on cd, if anyone has any ideas please let me know.
Thanks
Quote from pajo on November 11, 2008, 1:24 amI believe Noreen O'Connor - check utube .. also TR Dallas
I'd appreciate it if you post the lyrics though...
Thanks!
I believe Noreen O'Connor - check utube .. also TR Dallas
I'd appreciate it if you post the lyrics though...
Thanks!
Quote from patricia on November 22, 2008, 1:51 amhi its sung by annemarie o riordan, shes from cork...can you please please email me or post the words of it..its called 'this story i tell you is ture' thanks
hi its sung by annemarie o riordan, shes from cork...can you please please email me or post the words of it..its called 'this story i tell you is ture' thanks
Quote from admin on November 7, 2009, 12:53 amTHIS STORY I TELL YOU IS TRUE
Come stroll for a while through my mem'ry
And I'll tell you of time long ago
When we walked to school summer and winter
Barefoot through the fields we would go
I remember our little thatched cottage
And the half-door led into the hall
The crane o'er the fire in the kitchen
And the grandfather clock on the wallOh, the stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, the story I tell you is trueWe went in the trap to mass, Sundays
And granddad he'd wear his best hat
When the priest he would serve from the altar
And the women in diff'rent seats sat
Matchmaking was part of tradition
And the rambling house filled up at night
When the tailor would tell the ghost stories
Oh, the children would shiver with frightThe stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, the story I tell you is trueI remember the sound of the anvil
And the burning horse hooves we would smell
When we passed the forge door in the evening
With water we fetched from the well
We spanciled the cows before milking
Tied the horse to the wall through the shoe
His collar and hames his winkers and reins
And the harness we kept it like newThe stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, the story I tell you is trueFor miles to the fair in the darkness
With our animals we walked with delight
When the wheelin' and dealin' was over
Everyone waited round for the fight
Now I hope that in telling this story
I haven't detained you too long
But there is so much more I can tell you
Someday in some other songThe stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, the story I tell you is true
THIS STORY I TELL YOU IS TRUE
Come stroll for a while through my mem'ry
And I'll tell you of time long ago
When we walked to school summer and winter
Barefoot through the fields we would go
I remember our little thatched cottage
And the half-door led into the hall
The crane o'er the fire in the kitchen
And the grandfather clock on the wall
Oh, the stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, the story I tell you is true
We went in the trap to mass, Sundays
And granddad he'd wear his best hat
When the priest he would serve from the altar
And the women in diff'rent seats sat
Matchmaking was part of tradition
And the rambling house filled up at night
When the tailor would tell the ghost stories
Oh, the children would shiver with fright
The stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, the story I tell you is true
I remember the sound of the anvil
And the burning horse hooves we would smell
When we passed the forge door in the evening
With water we fetched from the well
We spanciled the cows before milking
Tied the horse to the wall through the shoe
His collar and hames his winkers and reins
And the harness we kept it like new
The stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, the story I tell you is true
For miles to the fair in the darkness
With our animals we walked with delight
When the wheelin' and dealin' was over
Everyone waited round for the fight
Now I hope that in telling this story
I haven't detained you too long
But there is so much more I can tell you
Someday in some other song
The stout it was cured with a poker
And poteen they said cured the flu
The bacon it hung from the ceiling
Sure, the story I tell you is true