If you don't have any gigs, make your own. Post it freely for everyone to enjoy. That's the idea behind this special episode where I perform a live show on a podcast from the comfort of my own home.
Set List:
- “The Braes of Killiecrankie” from Soul of a Harper
- “Black Velvet Band” from The Holy Grail of Irish Drinking Songs
- “The Ring of Hope” from Memories of Middle Earth
- “What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty”
- “Jock Stuart (A Man Who Wears A Kilt Every Day)“
- “Men of a Harlech”
- “Star of the County Down“
- “God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman”
- “The Virgin Diet“
- “Hero of Canton“
- “Wild Mountain Thyme“
Notes:
- Show your support for the Pub Songs Podcast. Tip the Pub Songs Podcast or buy some my Celtic CDs! Make a submission for Improv song. Post in the comments below.
- Intro music by The Tea Merchants
- Marc Gunn's Livejournal
- The Dubliners Tabby Cats
- What Are House Concerts? Host a house concert with Marc Gunn this December.
- The Signal Podcast
- Firefly
- Cat Show and House Concert in Portland
- Mage Studios
What Shall We Do With A Catnipped Kitty)
(parody of “What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor”)
words and music traditional
What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
What shall we do with a catnipped kitty
Ear-laye in the morning
Meow meow. Away he pounces.
Meow meow. Away he pounces.
Meow meow. Away he pounces.
Ear-laye in the morning
A few different verses:
Blow some bubbles and watch him chase them
Touch him on the back and watch him jump high
Pry him off your bleeding shoulders
Put him in his cat bed till he's sober
Put him there again when he jumps out
Put him in the bed of your sleeping father
You should've seen your sleeping father
He screamed like your little sister
Your dad jumped up on top of the bed post
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
words and music traditional
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
“Fear not then,” said the Angel,
“Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's power and might.”
The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.
And when they came to Bethlehem
Where our dear Saviour lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His Mother Mary kneeling down,
Unto the Lord did pray.
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.
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