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Nora Malone A suitable Treat for Christmas

December 16, 2009
11:19 AM

It is happening to me more and more as I progress through my sixties that the silliest line from a song will enter the brain and then lodge there repeating itself like a record stuck in a groove until I can find some way of placing it.

There is no doubt that if it were not for the internet I would now be possessed entirely by a combination of G and S lyrics, words from Rodgers and Hammerstein musicals, and various hit songs from the fifties.

Once exorcised by discovering the other lyrics these depart, then leaving room for the next intruder.

The latest line was one that went

Number 1234- Don’t forget the number when you slumber

So off I went, into the internet and so came up with Nora Malone.
To my great luck I discovered that there was on Youtube actually a recording of the original (or so I thought ) from Ruby Murray in the late fifties.
You can hear it here

I couldn’t find a copy of the lyrics but never fear I managed to transpose them from Ruby’s excellent singing;

Nora Malone
Call me by phone
Number 1 2 3 4
(Central)
Don’t forget the number
while you slumber
Open your eyes
When you arise
Hear all the blarney
of your Barney
(Kearney from Kilarney)

Cailins are few
There’s none like you
In the old town of Athlone
(Wisha worra worra worra worra )
Old Erin’s Isle
Would not make me smile
Without Nora Malone

The song is truly addictive and someone must reissue it
(Remember that De Dannan had a great hit with Irish Molly !)

But begosh and begorra did you ever come across such paddy whackery !

I mean a chorus line going
Wisha worra worra worra worra

It is just amazing by could this possibly be from the fifties.
Surely we were a little more sophisticated then?

Further research proved this indeed to be the case.

The original version was recorded by the American Quartet in 1912
and incredibly that also exists on Youtube here

This has far more verses and makes much more sense and comes complete with the proper background scratches.

Listen to it, enjoy it, in fact play it anytime over the Christmas when you feel down.
It is pop music at its finest.

Comments

  1. padraic

    on December 16, 2009

    Martin, I know exactly what you mean – and it’s amazing but the same song has often entered my brain – I can’t remember where I heard it first but it was certainly a long time ago.

  2. Betty

    on December 16, 2009

    Martin, this song was buried so deep in my subconscious I had forgotten I couldn’t remember it. There it lay, undisturbed for 50 years, until your post caused it to spring to life, fully formed, and lodge in my brain. Worse, it arrived accompanied by St Theresa of the Roses. Remember that?

  3. Martin

    on December 17, 2009

    Now I have another to exorcise.
    Saaaint Theresa of the Rooh-ses!

  4. Nora

    on December 20, 2009

    Martin, can we not have a more elegant song with my name in it? Although between that and Nora Bheag I’m not holding out much hope!!

  5. Jill

    on December 20, 2009

    The violets were scenting the woods, Nora!

  6. Peter Dempsey

    on January 11, 2010

    I heard it sung on Christmas day by an old friend from Middlesbrough who I will try and get the complete lyrics from

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