When all beside a vigil keep, The West’s asleep, the West’s asleep – Alas! and well may Erin weep When Connacht lies in slumber deep. There lake and plain smile fair and free, ‘Mid rocks their guardian chivalry. Sing, Oh! let man learn liberty From crashing wind and lashing sea.
That chainless wave and lovely land Freedom and nationhood demand; Be sure the great God never planned For slumb’ring slaves a home so grand. And long a brave and haughty race Honoured and sentinelled the place. Sing, Oh! not even their sons’ disgrace Can quite destroy their glory’s trace.
For often, in O’Connor’s van, To triumph dashed each Connacht clan. And fleet as deer the Normans ran Thro’ Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan; And later times saw deeds as brave, And glory guards Clanricard’s grave, Sing, Oh! they died their land to save At Aughrim’s slopes and Shannon’s wave.
And if, when all a vigil keep, The West’s asleep! the West’s asleep! Alas! and well may Erin weep That Connacht lies in s1umber deep. But, hark! a voice like thunder spake, The West’s awake! the West’s awake! Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake, We’ll watch till death for Erin’s sake
Nov 24, 2023Shiofra and Fiachra, Fionn, Dallan, Faye, Fiachra D, Juliette and the Lackagh Ceili band perform a traditional Irish music medley on the Toy Show.
The crowded streets of Brooklyn Seem a long way from my home People rushing onwards Going to and coming from You bid them time of day and They look the other way And so you end up just like them And talk to no one
Where the grass is fresh and green Where the air is pure and clean Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams Although I’ve travelled far The hills of south Armagh Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams
The view from my apartment Is a junkie’s alley way My children speak in accents Not like mine My old man’s working two jobs We don’t see him much these days Oh, we’d be happy If we only had the time
I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now And the work keeps getting scarcer every day Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home To leave the ones you love Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way
I skimmed across black water, without once submerging Onto the banks of an urban morning That hungers the first light, much much more Than mountains ever do. And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease of a dolphin And emerges unlearned, unscathed, unharmed. For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature And I am the geek with the alchemists stone. For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally One bright blue rose outlives all those Two thousand years and still it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally
I skimmed across black water, without once submerging Onto the banks of an urban morning That hungers the first light, much much more Than mountains ever do. And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease of a dolphin And emerges unlearned, unscathed, unharmed. For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature And I am the geek with the alchemists stone. For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally One bright blue rose outlives all those Two thousand years and still it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally