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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Tigaree Torum Orum 
 (Sung text for setting by H. Hughes)
 Matches base text
Language: English 
There was a wise old woman and her story I will tell,
She loved her husband dearly and another man just as well.
With my tigaree torum orum and my torum orum me
And my tigaree torum orum and the blind man he can see.

Now she went into the doctor's shop some medicine for to buy
She asked the doctor kindly what would close her old man's eye
Now get for him some marrow bones and make him suck them all
And when he has the last one sucked, he cannot see you at all.

Now the doctor sent for this old man and told him what she spoke
He thanked the doctor kindly and he said he'd played the joke.
Now she got for him some marrow bones and she made him suck them all
and when he had the last one sucked, he couldn't see her at all.

Composition:

    Set to music by Herbert Hughes (1882 - 1937), "Tigaree Torum Orum " [ voice and piano ], arrangement of an Irish folksong

Text Authorship:

  • from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

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Researcher for this page: Anne Evans

This text was added to the website: 2009-02-07
Line count: 12
Word count: 151

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