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X:121
T:Wrecker's Daughter * 
C:
B:American Veteran Fifer #121
M:2/4
L:1/16
Q:1/8=240
K:D
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% Original first line had too many notes in several bars; durations were changed to match rhythm of another version
% Original also contained bar-repeat signs not reproducable verbatim in abc notation.
% Original notation was as follows:
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%Rhythm corrections were made based on sheet music foiund at %http://home.onemain.com/~tedwards3/guitar/wreckers.gif
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%see also versions for piano at library of congress... 
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% other versions of the tune in abc were found as follows:
%X: 29
%T:Wrecker's Daughter Quickstep
%Z:Jack Campin  *  May 2000  *  http://www.purr.demon.co.uk/jack/
%M:2/4
%L:1/16
%F:http://www.purr.demon.co.uk/jack/Music/colonial.abc    2004-01-09 09:55:18 UT
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% bbbz   bbbz | bbbz   bbbz | b2d2   g2ga | g2f2  e2d2 |
% cccz   cccz | cccz   cccz | A2ce   a4   | A2ce  a4   |\
%(f2e2)  d2f2 |(e2d2)  c2e2 | dddz   dddz | d4    z4  :|
%.e2.e2 (f2e2)|.c2.c2 (d2c2)|.B2.B2 (f2e2)| c3^G  ABcd |\
%.e2.e2 (f2e2)|.c2.c2 (d2c2)|.B2.B2 (f2e2)| A2z2  a4  :|
%(F4     A2d2)|(F4     A2d2)|(G4     B2d2)|(F4    A2d2)|\
%(E4     G2B2)|(A4     d2f2)| e2^gg  g2g2 | a2z2  a4   |
%(F4     A2d2)|(F4     A2d2)|(G4     B2d2)|(F4    A2d2)|\
%(E4     G2B2)|(A4     d2f2)| e2AA   B2c2 | d4    z4  |]
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%X:129
%T:Wrecker's Daughter Quickstep
%Z:Jack Campin  *  May 2000  *  http://www.purr.demon.co.uk/jack/
%M:2/4
%L:1/16
%Q:96
%K:D
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%b2d2 g2ga | g2f2 e2d2 | cccz cccz | cccz cccz  | A2ce a4 | A2ce a4 | (f2
%e2) d2f2 | (e2d2) c2e2 | dddz dddz | d4 z4 :|: .e2.e2 (f2e2) | .c2.c2 (d
%2c2) | .B2.B2 (f2e2) | c3^G ABcd | .e2.e2 (f2e2) | .c2.c2 (d2c2) | .B2.B
%2 (f2e2) | A2z2 a4 :| (F4 A2d2) | (F4 A2d2) | (G4 B2d2) | (F4 A2d2) | (E
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% B2d2) | (F4 A2d2) | (E4 G2B2) | (A4 d2f2) | e2AA B2c2 | d4 z4 ||
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% also, the tune is very similar to "Reilly's Daughter" if you take out some of the "rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat"s
%X:1
%T:Reilly's Daughter
%M:4/4
%L:1/4
%F:http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/abc/REILLY2.abc       2004-01-09 10:07:03 UT
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% B A G F| C/2C/2 C C C| F G A2| B/2B/2 B A G| F3 z|W:sanitized version of lyrics to reilly's daughter, from http://www.contemplator.com/folk5/reilly.html
W:As I was sitting by the fire,
W:                                                      Talking to old Reilly's daughter
W:                                                      Suddenly a thought came into my head:
W:                                                      I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter,
W:
W:                                                      Chorus
W:                                                      Giddy I Ay, Giddy I Ay, Giddy I Ay
W:                                                      For the one eyed Reilly,
W:                                                      Giddy I Ay, (bang, bang, bang)
W:                                                      Play it on your big brass drum.
W:
W:                                                      For Reilly played on the big brass drum
W:                                                      Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter,
W:                                                      Reilly had a bright red gilttering eye,
W:                                                      And he kept an eye on his lovely daughter.
W:
W:                                                      Chorus
W:
W:                                                      Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
W:                                                      The colonel and the major and the captain sought her
W:                                                      The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy, too
W:                                                      But they never had a chance with O'Reilly's daughter.
W:
W:                                                      Chorus
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W:                                                      I got me a ring and a parson, too,
W:                                                      I got me a 'scratch' in the married quarter
W:                                                      Settled me down to a peaceful life,
W:                                                      As happy as a king with O'Reilly's daughter.
W:
W:                                                      Chorus
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W:                                                      Suddenly a footstep on the stair,
W:                                                      Who should it be but the one-eyed Reilly
W:                                                      With two pistols in his hand
W:                                                      Look for the man who married his daughter.
W:
W:                                                      Chorus
W:
W:                                                      I took O'Reilly by the hair,
W:                                                      Rammed his head in a pail of water,
W:                                                      Fired his pistols in the air,
W:                                                      A darned sight quicker than I married his daughter.
W:
W:                                                      Chorus
W:
W:unsanitized version from
W:                                                                    One-Eyed Riley 
W:
W:                                   Sitting in O'Riley's bar one day
W:                                   Drinking whiskey, passing water,
W:                                   Suddenly a thought come to my mind,
W:                                   I'd like to fuck O'Riley's daughter.
W:
W:                                   CHORUS: 
W:                                   Giddy-eye-eye, giddy-eye-oh
W:                                   Giddy-eye-eye, for the one-eyed Riley,
W:                                   Rough 'em up, stuff em up, balls and all,
W:                                   Hey jig-a-jig-eye-oh.
W:
W:                                   Her hair was black, her eyes were blue,
W:                                   The Colonel, the Major, and the Captain sought her,
W:                                   The regimental goat and the drummer boy too,
W:                                   But they never had a fuck with O'Riley's daughter.
W:
W:                                   Jack O'Flanagan is my name,
W:                                   I'm the king of copulation,
W:                                   Drinking beer my claim to fame,
W:                                   Fucking women my occupation.
W:
W:                                   Walking through the town one day,
W:                                   Who should I meet but O'Riley's daughter,
W:                                   Never a word to her did say,
W:                                   But "Don't you think we really 'oughter"
W:
W:                                   Up the stairs and into bed,
W:                                   There I cocked my left leg over,
W:                                   Marianne was smiling then,
W:                                   Smiling still when the fuck was over.
W:
W:                                   Fucked her till her tits were flat,
W:                                   Filled her up with soapy water,
W:                                   She won't get away with that,
W:                                   If she doesn't have twins then she really 'oughter.
W:
W:                                   Suddenly footsteps on the stairs,
W:                                   Old man Riley bent on slaughter,
W:                                   Bloody great pistol in his hand,
W:                                   Looking for the one who fucked his daughter.
W:
W:                                   He fired the pistol at my head,
W:                                   Missed me by an inch and quarter,
W:                                   Hit his daughter Marianne,
W:                                   Right in the place where she passes water.
W:
W:                                   I grabbed O'Riley by the hair,
W:                                   Shoved his head in a bucket of water,
W:                                   Rammed his pistol up his ass,
W:                                   A damn sight quicker than I fucked his daughter.
W:
W:                                   Old man Riley's dead and gone,
W:                                   Shall we bury him Not fucking likely,
W:                                   We'll nail him to the shithouse door,
W:                                   And there we'll bugger him twice nightly.
W:
W:                                   Come you virgins, maidens fair,
W:                                   Answer me quick and true not slyly.
W:                                   Do you want it straight and square,
W:                                   Or the way I gave it to one eyed Riley
W:
W:and why not one last version from  
W:One-Ball Riley
W:
W:                                                        Traditional Irish
W:
W:                                                     As I was sittin by the fire
W:                                                    Talking to O'Riley's daughter
W:                                                Suddenly a thought came into my head: 
W:                                                  I'd like to shag O'Riley's daughter
W:
W:                                                CHORUS: Giddy aye ay, giddy aye ay, 
W:                                                 giddy aye ay for the one-ball Riley 
W:                                                Giddy aye ay: (three claps or stomps) 
W:                                                    try it on yer own big drum!
W:
W:                                              Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
W:                                          The Colonel and the Major and the Captain sought her
W:                                          The Sergeant and the Private and the Drummer boy too
W:                                                All of 'em shagged O'Riley's daughter!
W:
W:                                                          CHORUS:
W:
W:                                                  Riley played on the big bass drum;
W:                                               Riley had a mind for murder and slaughter
W:                                                  Riley had a bright red glitterin eye 
W:                                              And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter
W:
W:                                                          CHORUS:
W:
W:                                                 While walking thru the park one day 
W:                                                Who should I spy but Riley's daughter 
W:                                                    Never a word I had to say 
W:                                               But "Don't you think we really oughter"
W:
W:                                                          CHORUS:
W:
W:                                                  Got me a bottle and a condom too,
W:                                                  Got me hands on Riley's daughter 
W:                                                 Settled me down for a good old time
W:                                                  Doin' things we shouldn't oughter
W:
W:                                                          CHORUS:
W:
W:                                                     Up the stairs and into bed 
W:                                                I shagged and shagged until I stove her
W:                                                   Never a word that maiden said 
W:                                               Just laughed like hell till the fun was over!
W:
W:                                                          CHORUS:
W:
W:                                                  Suddenly a footstep on the stair 
W:                                              Who should it be but Riley out for slaughter
W:                                                    With two pistols in his hands
W:                                              Lookin for the man that shagged his daughter
W:
W:                                                          CHORUS:
W:
W:                                                   Grabbed Old Riley by the ball, 
W:                                                 Rammed his head in a pail of water 
W:                                                   Shoved them pistols up his ass
W:                                            Adamn sight quicker than I shagged his daughter!
W:
W:                                                          CHORUS:
W:
W:                                                   As I go walkin' down the street
W:                                                  People shout from every corner 
W:                                                   There's the randy sonofabitch 
W:                                               That finally shagged Old Riley's daughter!
W:
W:                                                          CHORUS:
W:
W:                                                  Now all you lasses, all you maids 
W:                                                Answer me now, and don't speak shyly 
W:                                                 Would you have it straight and true 
W:                                                Or the way I gave it to One-Ball Riley
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