15,542 views Sep 22, 2023Jessie Buckley & the RTÉ Concert Orchestra play Troy in tribute to Sinead O’Connor at Culture Night – Live at Dún Lúiche. Stream the full show now on RTÉ Player – http://www.rte.ie/playerShow less
Choral Scholars of University College Dublin 79.7K subscribers Track available on ‘Invisible Stars – Choral Works of Ireland and Scotland’ Released on Signum Records on 11th December 2015 Available to order on Amazon and iTunes Amazon UK and IRL: http://amzn.to/1S3ZcHo Amazon USA: http://amzn.to/20v0dgu iTunes UK: http://apple.co/1kCmN3P iTunes IRL: http://apple.co/1YTSF2o iTunes USA: http://apple.co/1S8nCjl Sheet music: http://www.seoltamusic.com/all_scores… Mark Waters (solo vocal) Desmond Earley (artistic director) UCD Choral Scholars Sound Recording and Production: Kevin Whyms Direction: Matthew Leigh Production: Nodlag Houlihan Recorded and videoed on Sunday 7th April 2013 in Memorial Hall, University College Dublin, Ireland. This video and the arrangement ⓒ & ⓟ Desmond Earley 2013
128,900 views Premiered Apr 13, 2023 #Mozart#MartinFröstMartin Fröst plays Adagio, the second movement of Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A major K 622, from his new double-album Mozart: Ecstasy and Abyss, a collection of masterworks that capture the paradox of Mozart’s fragile existence and extraordinary creativity.
Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill