Tyranting, My Son- G.T.A. (Mass.) 1904 Barry N
[My title. From: Traditional Ballads in New England II by Phillips Barry; The Journal of American Folklore, Vol. 18, No. 70 (Jul. - Sep., 1905), pp. 191-214.
R. Matteson 2014.]
N. [Tyranting, My Son] Contributed January, 1904, by G. T. A., Boston, Mass., as sung many years ago by an Irish serving-man.
1. "Oh, what did you have for your breakfast, Tyranting, my son?
Oh, what did you have for your breakfast, my dear little one?"
"Striped eels, fried in butter, will you make my bed soon,
For I 'm sick at heart, and I want to lie down."
2. "Oh, what did you leave to your mother, Tyranting, my son?
Oh, what did you leave to your mother, my dear little one?"
"A bag full of money, will you make my bed soon,
For I 'm sick at heart, and I want to lie down."
3. "Oh, what did you leave to your father, Tyranting, my son?
Oh, what did you leave to your father, my dear little one?"
"The cottage he lives in, will you make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at heart, and I want to lie down."