CHANGING YOUR DEMEANOUR
Traditional
The Chieftains
The Chieftains


Changing Your Demeanour (3 versions)


Original Lyrics (traditional):


MO GHILE MEAR


Seal go rabhas im' mhaighdean shéimh
Anois im bhaintreach chaite thréith
Mo chéile a' treabhadh na dtonn go tréan
De bharr na gcnoc 's in imigéin.


Curfá:
'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
'Sé mo Shaesar gile mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó luadh i gcein mo ghile mear.


Bimse buan ar buairt gach ló
Ag caoi go crua 's ag tuar na ndeor
Ó scaoileadh uainn an buachaill beo
'S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh mo bhrón.


Curfá


Ní haoibhinn cuach ba shuairc ar neoin
Táid fiorchaoin uaisle ar uathadh spóirt
Táid saoithe is suadha i mbuairt 's i mbrón
Ó d'imigh uainn an buachaill beo.


Curfá


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Modern Versions (2):




Changing Your Demeanour


(Kevin Conneff)
Chieftains
 
Here we are we've come to call
With pipes and flutes and fiddles and all
In case of death we've even brought a keener
So, if you're glum and feeling down
Just feel like us and act the clown
And soon there'll be a change in your demeanour
 
I put me money on a horse today for with the race he'd run away
Or so a friend that's in the know he told me,
Twenty lengths ahead at most, he proundly cantered past the post
but, woe was me, he lost the bloomin' jockey!
 
Now of all the places I have seen from China to the Caribbean,
Are all across the goat compared to Ireland,
>From Bally Castle to Tralie the Corup to the Liffy
There's no where else on earth but like this island.
 
In Hollywood I long to be, no, not the place across the sea,
But in county Wickloe Ireland's lovely garden.
Where no pretenders will you find but decent people warm and kind,
and flocks of friendly sheep into the bargain.
 
For your ills don't take a pill but take it down the road, the hills
And listen to the larks lovely warbling,
In the evening in the company with music in the key of E
You'll be dancing Kerry sets until the morning


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Version Two:


Changing Your Demeanour
The Chieftains
Kevin Conneff
 
Here we are, we come to call, 
The pipes and flutes and fiddles and all. 
In case of death we even brought a keener. 
So if you're glum and feeling down, 
Just be like us and act the clown 
And soon there'll be a change in your demeanor.


Rum tum dee doo-dle doe, 
Hub-a-dee die dee doo-dle do, 
Rum tum dee doo-dle doe dee doo dum.
Rum tum dee doo-dle doe, 
Hub-a-dee die dee doo-dle do, 
Rum tum dee doo-dle doe dee doo dum.
 
I put me money on a horse today
For with the race he'd run away
Or so a friend who's in and knows he told me
Twenty lengths ahead at most
He proudly cantered past the post.
But woe is me, he tossed the blooming jockey
 
Now all the places I have seen 
>From China to the Caribbean 
Are all across the goal compared to Ireland. 
>From Bally Castle to Traline 
The Corrib to the Liffey 
There's nowhere else on earth quite like this Island
 
In Hollywood I long to be, 
Not on that place across the sea, 
But in County Wicklow, Ireland's lovely garden, 
Where no pretenders will you find 
But decent people roamin' and 
The fox and friendly sheep into the bargain.
 
For your ills don't take a pill
But take a tender o'er the hills,
And listen to the lark's lovely warning
In the evening in the company
With music in the key of E
You'll be dancing Kerry sets until the morning








(Contributed by Aemoggs / thanks to Underdog - March 2008)