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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

The Irish have a lot of songs

Tá bheannaigh Lá Fhéile Pádraig, fiú má tá tú aon fhuil Gaeilge i agat

May you have a blessed Saint Patrick's Day. You may not have a drop of Irish blood running through your veins, but that isn't the point of this day! To me it celebrate the land an people of Ireland--their hopes, joys, struggles, loves, justice and freedom.   

The Irish have a lot of songs--a whole lot of songs...I shall let the music tell the story.


A Song for Ireland ~ Mary Black



A Song for Ireland

Walking all the day, near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in their breasts
Soar Black Head against the sky, between the rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland

Talking all the day with true friends, who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news, singing songs to pass the night away
Watched the Galway salmon run like silver dancing darting in the sun
Living on your western shore saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the day in old pubs, where fiddlers love to play
Someone touched the bow, he played a reel, it seemed so fine and gay
Stood on Dingle beach and cast - in wild foam we found Atlantic Bass
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light
Lying where the Falcons fly, they twist and turn all in you e'er blue sky
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and I sang a song for Ireland


Gaelic song - Ar Éirinn Ní Neosfainn Cé Hí ~ Maria McCool 


May you have -
Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks bedside the fire
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire
~ A Gaelic Blessing 



Lord of the Dance ~ Michael Flatley


The Lord of the Dance

I danced in the morning when the world was young
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They wouldn't dance, they wouldn't follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance went on

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on the cross to die

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body, they thought I was gone
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that will never, never die
I'll live in you if you'll live in me
I am the Lord of the dance, said he

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he


Sunday Bloody Sunday ~ U2



 TO SOME I HAVE TALKED WITH BY THE FIRE
    ~ William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)



            WHILE I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
            My heart would brim with dreams about the times
            When we bent down above the fading coals
            And talked of the dark folk who live in souls
            Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;
            And of the wayward twilight companies
            Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content,
            Because their blossoming dreams have never bent
            Under the fruit of evil and of good:
            And of the embattled flaming multitude
            Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,
            And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name,
            And with the clashing of their sword-blades make
            A rapturous music, till the morning break
            And the white hush end all but the loud beat
            Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.


Four Green Fields ~ Tommy Makem 


Four Green Fields

'What did I have?' said the fine old woman
'What did I have?' this proud old woman did say
'I had four green fields, each one was a jewel
But strangers came and tried to take them from me
I had fine strong sons, they fought to save my jewels
They fought and died, and that was my grief' said she

'Long time ago' said the fine old woman
'Long time ago' this proud old woman did say
'There was war and death, plundering and pillage
My children starved by mountain valley and sea
And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens
My four green fields ran red with their blood' said she

'What have I now?' said the fine old woman
'What have I now?' this proud old woman did say
'I have four green fields, one of them's in bondage
In stranger's hands, that tried to take it from me
But my sons have sons, as brave as were their fathers
My fourth green field will bloom once again' said she 




from Finnegan's Wake ~ James Joyce
End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousandsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.





God bless you on this day of Saint Patrick! Enjoy! 
The Kitty Kids and I are.



Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.








3 comments:

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    1. The same to you, brother Mike. I hope we have a grand week.

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  2. What a lovely selection, Nick. Love from me and Bertie-Pierrine. X

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