More Makem clips

I’ll Tell Me Ma:

A classic Makem story/joke, followed by The Ballad Of William Bloat:

Little Beggerman:

And for anyone who missed it in Tuesday’s post, here again is Brennan on the Moor, which I think is my favorite of the YouTube clips I’ve found so far:

One Response to “More Makem clips”

  1. Joe Loy says:


    We will not see his Like again.

    Tommy lost his dear wife Mary some years back. / Being a Trouper, he mourned, then rallied, & bravely Carried on. (Mary Makem, btw, was the actual Author of The Winds Are Singing Freedom” which Tommy so popularized in performance.)

    Long long ago Tommy wrote, perhaps penitently & surely presciently, I’m Going Home to Mary:

    “For I miss her in the morning, when the lark is in the sky
    And I miss her in the noon time, when the world goes rushing by
    But most of all I miss her, when the evening time is nigh
    But, I’m going, yes I’m going home to Mary.”

    And indeed he has at length gone Home to Mary ~ whom we may take as Represented by the young wife Kathleen in the true Signature song of the rambling man from Keady town ~ not “Four Green Fields” but rather The Bard of Armagh, which despite its closing admonition to “forget Phelim Brady”, will cause us Forever to remember Tommy Makem:

    Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
    And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
    But remember his fingers, they once could move sharper
    To raise up the memory of his dear native land

    At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
    Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
    And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
    Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

    Oh, how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood
    But four score and three years have flitted since then
    But they bring sweet reflections, as every young joy should
    For, the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men

    And when sergeant death, in his cold arms shall embrace me
    And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh
    By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife then place me
    Then forget Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh.