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My name is Martin Dardis and I come fom Paddy’s Land,
By day, I drive a taxicab, by night I’m in a band.
I
live in dear ould Dublin Town, in a place known as North Swords,
And I also have a website, where I teach guitar chords.
I
had a hundred thousand jobs before joinin’ “The Brigade,”
I suppose that you could say I was a Jackeen
of all trades.
But now I’ve settled down to playin’ my guitar,
And workin’ as a Jarvey in my ould
taxi car.
The outfit that I play in is The Fingal Brigade,
And when we play in Dublin’s bars, we don’t
drink lemonade!
Oh, no, ‘tis Liffey Water that we’ll be quaffin’ down,
You can bet your life, the
Craic is great in the bars of Dublin Town!
Are You Right There Martin Are You Right.
Here's another catchy song by John where he has
me picking up Maxi in a taxi and asking her come
come to a gig. We will never know if she turns up or not.
Only John knows what happened in the end.
You’ll have heard of a singer called Maxi,
A girl with a certain appeal.
But you can bet she never rode in
a taxi,
With Martin Dardis at the wheel.
For Martin would surely have asked her,
To find out just how she might feel,
Would
she come to his bar in the evening,
For a bit of a jig and a reel.
Are ye right there, Martin, are ye right?
D’ye
think that maybe she’ll turn up tonight?
In her glory, ye’ll be baskin’
So there’ll be no harm
in askin’
For she might now, Martin, so she might!
I believe she can be heard on the wireless’
And
she also appears on the TV.
In her work for UNICEF, she is tireless,
Sure, she barely has time to have her tea!
She
interviews so many famous people,
But she never yet has interviewed me!
But if the day ever comes when I meet her,
Sure
now, it’s maybe then that we will see!
Are ye right there, Martin, are ye right?
So if ye should chance
to meet her any night,
Could ye tell her about me?
There’s no reason for to doubt me,
For she might now, Martin,
so she might!
John Keogh, 9th March 2011
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The Versatile Musicians Song
One day, Dr. Who in his Tardis,
Went in search of a band
called Kincade,
Instead, he met Martin Dardis,
And the rest of the Fingal Brigade.
There’s Patsy
who plays on a bodhrán,
And Martin is on his guitar,
There’s Joe blowin’ on a tin whistle,
In a Dublin
pub called The Star.
There’s Eugene playin’ on his accordian,
It makes a change from workin’
wid’ planes,
They might not be makin’ a fortune,
But it’s better than cleanin’ out drains!
Now,
Patsy could cook you up some colcannon,
Or maybe a pot of brúitín,
Or ye might like “Navvies Mouthorgans,”
As
me Da used to call his crubeens.
Now ye’ve all done and yer buttons are creakin’
And while ye’re
lickin’ yer plates,
If there’s a hole in yer roof, an’ it’s leakin’
You might ask Joe
to go fixin’ yer slates!
John Keogh, Ard File na hEireann, 15th May 2011
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