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Updated: May 8, 2025
"What tune's that young Kerrigan's after playing?" said Gallagher solemnly. Father McCormack looked anxiously at Major Kent. The Major fixed his eyes on the stuffed fox in the glass case. It was Doyle who answered Gallagher. "It's no tune at all the way he's playing it," he said. "Didn't you hear the doctor saying he had it wrong?"
Six tunes were given with the orchestrome; each tune was on a slip of perforated paper, and all you had to do was to put in a slip and touch the spring. We tried it first with "The Dandy Coloured Coon." It certainly played something, but it was not right. There was no recognizable tune about it. "This won't do at all," I said. "Perhaps that tune's got bent or something," said Eliza.
'Well, what IS the song, then? said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered. 'I was coming to that, the Knight said. 'The song really IS "A-SITTING ON A GATE": and the tune's my own invention.
Ye ken how the rhyme says I hae maist forgotten how to sing, or else the tune's left my auld head "He turn'd him right and round again, Said, Scorn na at my mither; Light loves I may get mony a ane, But minnie neer anither.
Ye ken how the rhyme says I hae maist forgotten how to sing, or else the tune's left my auld head "He turn'd him right and round again, Said, Scorn na at my mither; Light loves I may get mony a ane, But minnie neer anither.
He laughed ruefully, and just then the band began to play the "Washington Post." "What tune's that?" he demanded. "'Washington Post," I said, proud of knowing it. "By George! that tune goes right to a fellow's legs, don't it?" "It's the new march," I said.
Father McCormack did know, but he was very unwilling to enter into a discussion of the subject with Gallagher. "Constable Moriarty," said Gallagher, "is after telling me the name of the tune, and you'd be surprised, so you would, if you heard it." "You may be mistaken, Thady, you may be mistaken. One tune's very like another when it's played on a band."
If that tune's played in Ballymoy to-day it'll be the worse for you, and the worse for your father, and the worse for all belonging to you. Let you not play that tune or the grass will be growing on the step outside your father's shop before any decent Nationalist will go into it to buy a bit of meat.
'The tune's changed, cried the old man, as he listened. 'There's not a word of all that fancy in it. Why should there be? I have no business with the New Year nor with the old one neither. Let me die! Still the Bells, pealing forth their changes, made the very air spin. Put 'em down, Put 'em down! Good old Times, Good old Times! Put 'em down, Put 'em down!
"If the tune's what you say it is," said Gallagher, "it'll not be played in Ballymoy to-day nor any other day. I'll put the fear of God into young Kerrigan before he's an hour older." Moriarty grinned again. It seemed that, with the aid of Gallagher, he was going to hit Dr. O'Grady on a vital spot.
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