Whistling Phil McHugh


Oh, Whistling Phil McHugh has come over from Bunlaghy
And we don’t know what’s come to Little Mary Ann Mulcahy
For ever since the day that Phil, he came a whistling
She stands in the doorway and she’s waiting and she’s listening

Oh, Mary you’re contrary; come in and shut the door
Phil’s a rover, sure ’tis over, and he’ll not come back, a-stór
But she’s listening for the whistling, she’s waiting by the shore
For that arm to be warm round her waist once more

There’s Thady of the Cows, sure you know ‘Ten-acre Thady’
With his fine new slated house; he’d make her quite a lady
But Thady needn’t stay, and there’s no use his intriguing
For her heart is far away; ’tis with Phil McHugh stargazing

There’s Danny Michael Dan who is six foot in his stockings
A very proper man, but she never heeds his knockings
She’ll keep him standing there for three quarters of a minute
But she’s racing like a hare when she thinks that Phil is in it

’tis wisdom’s golden rule I do teach her till I tire
That every girl’s a fool, ay, and every man’s a liar
What’s that you say you hear, what’s set you all a thrembly ?
‘tis but the wind, I fear, that is whistling down the chimney

Oh, Mary you’re contrary, come in and bar the door
What’s that scuffling ? Phil, you ruffian, sure I knew he’d come, a-stór
She’s been setting there and fretting, but now her grieving’s o’er
And the singing will be ringing in her heart once more


Sung by Phillip Byrne



Song Themes

Love and romance


Percy French