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4 years 10 months ago #34 by ArchiveForum
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Tim Mairtin Jack

Hello!
I've been trawling the Internet, trying to find the words to a ballad.
It's called "Tim Mairtin Jack" and starts off something like:

"I left Bangor Erris, still only a boy, with only one shirt on my back. I left family behind, but I didn't mind - I was with Tim Mairtin Jack.

Now Tim was the finest man ever I'd seen, tanned and with hair gleaming black - the mice they could nest, in the hair on his chest, without bothering Tim Mairtin Jack"

Does anyone out there know the rest or where I might find it, or who wrote/recorded it?

Any clues would be very much appreciated.

Thanks,
Padraic.

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2 years 7 months ago #689 by Lord Cornwall
Replied by Lord Cornwall on topic Tim Mairtin Jack
I left Bangor Erris though only a boy
With only one shirt on me back
Though leaving the land I was in good hands
I was with Tim Máirtin Jack

Now Tim was both older and bigger than me
Hard and as fit as a goat
Our mothers were cousins from below Pullathomas
And our fathers fished out of one boat

Now Tim was the finest man ever I’d seen
Tanned with hair gleaming black
And mice could nest in the hair on his chest
Without bothering Tim Máirtin Jack

He loved the good things in life that were free
Hunting and fishing and handball
And he’d go to the end of the earth for a friend
And be there when your back's to the wall

We got on the train in the cold driving rain
And d’you know that I never looked back
I left family behind but I didn’t mind
When I was with Tim Máirtin Jack

The morning was dark when we looked for the start
And the Foreman said looking at me
"Now you’re a bit small to be here at all
But we’ll start you off makin the tea!"

There was a lot of abuse and I found it hard to get used
To the cursin’, the swearin’ and damnin’
The grub was OK, we had meat every day
But Lord how I longed for a salmon

We worked hard and long and we motored along
And our digs were a bit of a hovel
We always ate well but I can still smell
The steak Tim would fry on the shovel

They said Tim was wild but he was more like a child
He was never the first to attack
But when the chips they were down at night in the 'Crown’
Lord t'was great watching Tim Máirtin Jack

There were good men from Kerry from Cork and from Clare,
And the Galway boys weren’t too slack,
But I wish ye had been with me the night up in Whitney
The night he flattened six blacks

It's some time ago since I came back to Mayo
But there’s times when I'd love to be back
Sharing the rounds with the lads in the 'Crown'
And me arm around Tim Máirtin Jack

He married a Geordie and they’re still hale and hearty
And in that house love never lacked,
They have a girl and a lad who won’t call him "Dad"
They just call him Tim Máirtin Jack

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