I learned Jackson’s Couge in the Morning from the July edition of An Piobaire and am wondering what a couge is.
Greg
There are several spellings for this, so its easy to get confused. Here’s what’s in Ceolas’ Fiddler’s Companion:
JACKSON’S COGGIE/COGE (IN THE MORNING). AKA and see
“Humours of Ballinafauna.” Irish, Single Jig. The tune bears the name of the 18th century gentleman piper Walker ‘Piper’ Jackson, of the townland of Lisdaun, parish of Ballingarry, Aughrim, County Limerick. It appears in O’Farrell’s Pocket Companion for the Irish or Union Pipes (Vol. I, 14) published c. 1811. ‘Coggie’ is the name for a small barrel or drinking vessel. Levey (1858) gives the tune as “Humours of Mullin-a-Fauna.” Breathnach (1996) finds the names “The Morning Dew” and “Jackson’s Maria” for the melody from county Westmeath and Cavan, respectively.
djm
It’s typically spelled “cogue” I think and means pail or other small wooden bucket. I haven’t heard about drinking from cogues, but the word is basically obsolete anyway, I’d say.
I’d never heard of the word before, but I did a quick search, and found a definition similar to Bloomfield’s but I also found the following definition from something called the “Dictionary of Thieving Slang- 1737.” Its definition is- Cogue, of Brandy, a small cup or dram" which pretty much matches what DJM said. So, it seems that both are correct.
The breadth of knowledge on this site never ceases to amaze.
All the Best, Tom
Thanks for the info.
Greg
A cog or cogue or coag or coggie
=a wooden drinking vessel; pail
Not musically related, but the Nine Pint Coggie sounds like a fair bit of drink in a single container. Shame its probably only milk!
[tune aka the Collier’s Daughter or the Mullingar Lea]
Dinna cast awa’ the cog when the cow flings.
[=Do not throw away the milking pail if the cow should kick it over: do not be discouraged if a misfortune should occur.]
Cognitively Yours,
Boyd
Gi’e feckless Spain her weak snail broo,
Gi’e France her weel spic’d froggie,
Gi’e brother John his luncheon too,
But gi’e to us our coggie:
Then, O revere the coggie, sirs!
Our soul-warm kindred coggie!
Hearts doubly knit in social tie,
When just a wee thought groggie.
Spain can have her weak snail soup
France can have it’s famous frogs
John [the Englishman] his food too
But we just want booze.
Let’s all praise the drink!
Our “warms you to the core”, friendly drink.
A second reason to want a social get-together
When we have just a wee taste of grog.