1 10 38 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource When Robin Sings Author: D.Barron Melody: When the Pipers Play Subject The topic of the resource When Robin sings with fiery breast, Defies wild Winter to try its worst In Yuletide storm and icy gale, It says good days will come again. The Blackbird sings when Springtime’s near To say warm days are drawing near; It thrilled great Fionn, it thrills us now With twilight song upon the bough. The Cuckoo’s call means Summer’s come With long, warm days, bright shining sun, Soft gentle showers, lush, juicy fruit And crops all sap, full to the root. Swallows twitter in Autumn dawn To tell the world they’ll soon be gone; They seek the sun; we wait for cold, For frosty fields and growing old. Red Robin sings all through the year, Through good and bad it brings good cheer, It tells us how, on life’s rough slope, To live with Love, Enough and Hope. Description An account of the resource The song celebrates the joys of birdsong throughout the year, but especially the song of the Robin. Carlow County Nature Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Price of Twelve Potatoes Author: Martin Power Melody: The Wild Colonial Boy Subject The topic of the resource The year was eighteen forty-five at the court in Tullow town, Margaret Butler and three other girls were charged before the crown; The crime of petty larceny is what the judge did say And 'for this awful, heinous act it's now you'll have to pay'. It's seven year's transportation, it's the price that you will pay, The sentence passed, the gavel down, 'Take the prisoners now away'; Though Margaret begged for mercy, the judge he did not care, 'Compassion for a thief', he said, 'you will not find it here'. Margaret was a widow lass with six children at her hem, She did everything that God could ask but the hunger couldn't stem, 'Twas twelve potatoes that she stole, that was her 'terrible crime' And now the price, it must be paid and she must serve the time. CHORUS Seven years of a mother's life, family torn apart, The price of twelve potatoes to a judge without a heart. They put her in Grangegorman gaol till the convict ship it came, It was then they split the family up, Margaret's pleas they fell in vain And of the six they left her two, young William and Mary Anne, The others, to the workhouse sent, she would never see again. The ship set sail from Kingstown port and Margaret's heart was broke For the children that she left behind and the home she'd see no more; The voyage was long and brutal conditions, hard and poor And after four months on the sea they landed safe on shore. But Margaret's life did not improve, she was taken straight away and put into a holding cell, her children torn away; They placed them in an orphanage and she's see William never more And Mary Anne she wouldn't see till her seven years were o'er. CHORUS Margaret served her seven years and they were as hard as they could be, She tried to keep her spirits up, knowing one day she's be free And when the day it did arrive and she was free once more She searched and sought out Mary Anne to start their life all o'er. Now I could end the story there but that would not be right So I'll tell you everything I know about Margaret Butler's life; She fought to build a better life for her and Mary Anne But fortune would not shine upon this girl from Ireland. She married for a second time a man called Shackleton, She thought she found some happiness and luck had finally come, But he too was a convict lad, from England he had come And 'twas he that took young Margaret's life as poorMary Anne looked on. CHORUS Description An account of the resource The ballad tells the story of one victim of Colonial 'justice', where a sentence without compassion compounded the misery of the Famine by cruel application of the law. Carlow East Emigration Liberty Social Comment Social Event Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Earl Grey's Girls Author: Martin Power Melody: The Homes of Donegal Subject The topic of the resource The sky was grey that morning o'er the town of Corofin For twenty orphan Irish girls a journey did begin: From the workhouse they were taken upon a horse-drawn car, The first leg of a journey to the port of Hobart. For some the journey was to change their lives for evermore And free them from the workhouse and the hardships they endured; But, alas for some of these a different story tell; For them this journey it became another living hell. They sailed away from Ireland upon that July morn And none would ever see again the place where they were born, On board the ship Calcutta with one hundred other souls Down south to Van Diemen's Land that's where their story goes. The journey started with a gift of a strong box made of wood With their name engraved upon the lid to store their earthly goods, Each girl was given six new shifts, two petticoats and two gowns, Two pairs of shoes and stockings, and a lock to keep them sound. The voyage there took four long months through storms and heavy swells, The girls were sick and frightened but all arrived quite well; What lay ahead for these young girls was very carefully planned For Lord Grey had chosen these young girls to populate the land. They were taken to the workhouse when they landed at the pier But the locals did not want the girls, at the Irish they did sneer, They thought the girls inferior and the cause of much disdain And tried to force the authorities to send them back again. But the girls were there and there to stay and work was found for most, But for a few of these young girls, they would pay a terrible cost: They were married off to farmers and convicts at a price And they used the girls and abused the girls and sold them into vice. Now what became of these twenty girls the history books don't say But they tell us that four thousand girls were shipped abroad this way; They left behind no loved ones dear to ponder on their fate, Taken from their homeland to populate a state. This stain upon our history can not be left untold And their names must be recorded on a page of history's scroll For Ireland must remember these poor young orphan girls, Shipped out to foreign colonies on the orders of an earl. Description An account of the resource The song narrates the horrible story of one aspect of the heartless colonial system, where helpless orphans were abused and seen as breeding animals at the behest of the aristocracy. Emigration Liberty Social Comment Social Event Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Ireland's Foreign Sons Author: Martin Power Melody: The Boys of Kilmichael Subject The topic of the resource We have sang of the praise of Connolly and of Pearse and Plunket so true But I'll sing you a song of two foreign young men who fought just as brave and as true. Their deeds were as gallant as any a man that fought through those terrible days When Ireland's sons and daughters lit the flame to freedom's way. It was down nat the Dublin GPO on that Easter Monday morn, Liam Tannam and several volunteers were shoring up for the storm; They were building up the barricades for the fight. that surely would come When two foreign seamen arrived at the door saying 'We'll fight with Ireland's sons'. Now, one young man was from Sweden, the other young man was a Finn And they landed in Dublin that morning as the battle was about to begin; They thought that they'd fight for Ireland's cause and help set our country free And rid the Irish people of British tyranny. CHORUS So here's to the men, the foreign young men, that gallant young Swede and the Finn; They gave up a life on the ocean to fight beside Ireland's brave men. They welcomed in the sailor lads and Tannam gave each man a gun; The Swede, he gave him a rifle, the Finn got a double-barrel gun; Makapaltis was the young Finn's name and he'd never fired a shot, He dropped the gun accidentally and Jim Kenny was shot in the foot. Well, Plunket, he nearly lost his mind and ordered him back to the rear To help pack cans with explosives and build up the barricades there; But the Finn and the Swede they would proved their worth when the fighting did finally begin And won the admiration of Ireland's great fighting men. CHORUS For five long days they fought the fight and stood shoulder to shoulder as one And not one step back did either man take before the Saxon guns And when the order it finally did come and surrender it would be, They marched side by side with Irishmen and into captivity. In Kilmainham Gaol they both were interred to wait upon their fate And the Swedish consul, it intervened and cut their man a break, But no one ever came looking for the gallant young fighting Finn So with Ireland's sons he sailed away and into internment. When the Roll of Honour is written for all the gallant young men That fought that time for Ireland's cause let's not forget theFinn Or the gallant young Swede that took up arms and gave of them their all, Who stood when Ireland needed men and answered to Her call. CHORUS Description An account of the resource The song is one of those gems of the Oral Tradition that narrates in ballad form an actual event that is generally missed in the larger historical picture. Liberty Patriotic Hero Social Event Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Polishing Author: Martin Power Melody: The Garden Where the Praties Grow. Subject The topic of the resource Two sheets of old newspaper he would lay upon the floor, Then all the shoes he'd gather from the corner by the door And out would come the biscuit tin from underneath the sink, With the radio on and in his chair, the ritual would begin. He would first take out the laces and check the shoes for wear, He'd check the soles for any cracks, and the stitching for a tear, Then he'd tuck the laces inside the shoe for fear they get mixed up And he'd place them down from left to right, from the smallest right on up. He would pop the lid from the biscuit tin, take the contents from within, He would spread them out beside him in order to begin; A welt brush and a soft brush, some cloths for wiping down, Two tins of KIWI polish, one of black and one of brown. He might turn up the radio to hear the evening news And, starting with the smallest, he'd begin the clean the shoes; A good, stiff rub with welt brush to remove the dirt and dust And, if you want the polish to take, this process is a must. Then he'd wrap two fingers in a cloth and wipe some polish from the tin And round and round all o'er the shoe he'd rub the polish in, Making sure he got the polish deep inside the pores, Then he'd place them down for half an hour to dry upon the floor. Now, when they dried he'd take them and wipe the shoes again To remove the excess polish before the buffing could begin; He would always use a horsehair brush for bringing up the shine As back and forth he'd strike the shoe like a pendulum keeping time. And when the shoes were shining and all had been relaced He would sit back in the armchair with a smile upon his face, And then he'd say 'if the great flood comes and the Lord decrees we die At least when we get to Heaven our feet, they will be dry'. Description An account of the resource The Saturday night ritual of shoe polishing is described in detail in this memory of a family weekly event. Carlow County Social Comment Social Event Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Stones Keep Turning Author: Martin Power Melody: Biddy Mulligan Subject The topic of the resource The stones have turned in the rivers and streams and Patrick's Day now it has passed, The tinker has loaded his pots and his pans and his donkey he's yolked to his cart; He'll turn to the road with his family in tow in search of some work to be found And he'll wander the country to markets and they'll pitch their old tent on the ground. The sweep too has gathered the tools of his trade and bundled them into his pack, His brushes, his rods, his scrapers and cloths, and he carries them all on his back. He knows all the homes and the chimneys he'll sweep and the people all know him by name, For his father and his grandfather swept the same pots when he was but a wain. CHORUS So here's to men, those travelling people of old that help keep our culture alive, They carried our music, our songs and our tales and spread them the whole country wide. There were labouring men who travelled the road to work on the farms of the day, They helped milk the cows, they fixed harness and plough and worked in the fields saving hay; They gathered in turf for the long winter nights, brought stock to be sold at the fair And often they worked for the food that they ate and the price of a drink at the fair. They were fiddlers and poets and singers to boot and those who a story could tell, They brightened the lives in the homes where they played and brought news to the people as well. Their songs told the stories of legends of old, of heroes from Ireland, long passed, And without them our songs and music for sure would be lost in the far distant past. Oh, these were the travelling people of old that wandered the roads far and wide, They carried and shared our pure Gaelic ways and helped keep our culture alive. Their ways now are gone like the druids of old and progress has stolen their trades But we owe a great debt for the legacy left and our culture that still lives today. CHORUS Description An account of the resource The text, to the melody of Biddy Mulligan, is a nostalgic trip down memory lane to the people and ways of the past, and, to cultural practices now gone. Carlow County Social Comment Social Event Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Carlow's Hallowed Grave Author: Martin Power Melody: The Caramagnole Subject The topic of the resource In Carlow town there is a grave That lies beyond the bridge at Graigue; It's the resting place of Carlow's sons That fell before the Saxon guns. CHORUS And hallowed ground this grave it be Where once there grew three mighty trees Planted there for remembrance sake For the sons that fell in ninety-eight. In Carlow town that fateful morn The men assembled at the dawn And marched as one through Carlow's streets To fight and set their country free. But their daring plan had been revealed And the foe, they had themselves concealed. And as the men marched bravely on The order rang, the trap was sprung. 'Twas the Cork militia began the slaughter Caused by Yellow Jim the traitor For he sold the lives of those brave men And the Judas coin his only gain. CHORUS And hallowed ground this grave it be Where once there grew three mighty trees Planted there for remembrance sake For sons that fell in ninety-eight. The yeomen set the town alight And murdered all who dare take flight, No quarter give the Croppy Boy We'll kill them all the Saxon cried. And when that terrible time had passed The dead collected and on carts were cast And brought across the bridge at Graigue And tossed into this lonely grave. Men and boys, six hundred all, In that dreadful time did fall. Their lives they gave for God and Land, Their resting place a pit of sand. CHORUS And hallowed ground this grave it be Where once there grew three mighty trees Planted there for remembrance sake For sons that fell in ninety-eight. Description An account of the resource The song remembers the massacre that took place inn Carlow town in 1798. It uses the melody of the Caramagnole, from the time of the French Revolution, and event that inspired the struggle for Republicanism in Ireland. Carlow Town Liberty Social Comment Social Event http://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/3dceccc8ed96afa38ed83219d5a4120b.MP3 2474baad1d4736bb29195e60cceaa666 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Keepers of the Flame (Air: The Bantry Girl’s Lament) Author: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource The Oral Tradition was central to how our Irish Culture was passed from one generation to the next. The stories, songs and poems that illustrated our Way of Life and our Cultural beliefs were repeated at social events, heard, modified and passed from one generation to the next. The local Rambling House sessions were a key element of that Oral Tradition. Sadly, the OT is now under threat from our modern social media. Our modern culture is shaped by influences that emanate from places, known and unknown, across the world; the values of our ancestors are diluted or dissolved. The moral framework that shaped and supported our Irish way of life is under serious threat. Now more than ever we need the Culture Framework and those who keep it alive. The song reflects on that Oral Tradition and its importance. It particularly remembers Eddie MacDonald of Clonmore, County Carlow, who successfully promoted and maintained the Rambling House tradition. Ar dheis Dé go raibh Eddie. Description An account of the resource Long, long ago ancestral lore was passed on orally; The spark to light the Cultural Fire was lit in family And local neighbours and the clan, all warmed to that same Flame And so all came to act the same, all Keepers of the Flame. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí Coimeádaí ár scéal. That Cultural Fire, fanned into flame, became our Irish Way, So strong it burned Norse and Norman adopted Irish ways; Seanchaí and Bard, they were the stars who tended to the Flame; They told the stories of our race, the Keepers of the Flame. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí Coimeádaí ár scéal. Queen Liza knew the part they played, how Bards maintained the Flame; Her empire tried to quench our Flame, to their eternal shame; But by fireside on Rambling Nights our Culture still was safe: The singers and the Fear an Tigh, all Keepers of the Flame. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí Coimeádaí ár scéal. How can we keep the Flame today, with new technology? The button we press will answer all quests, from AI to Zoology; But AI and facts need more than that: they need a cultural frame: We need to maintain our Cultural Flame and the Keepers of the Flame. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí Coimeádaí ár scéal. In old Clonmore lived such a man, McDonald was his name; He aimed to keep the Fire aflame, not glory and not fame; There Eddie Mac and his Rambling House all kept the Fire aflame, Now Eddie’s gone, he’s joined the throng, the Keepers of the Flame. Yes, Eddie’s passed to Heaven’s host of Keepers of the Flame. Carlow County Carlow East Liberty Local Character Pride in Place Social Comment http://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/cc60e19f8c39f8c7486c4310afa8d5bd.MP3 f67180373fe9e1f23a5670ae940bec51 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Civil War Lament Author: Tom Williams, Taghmon Subject The topic of the resource The meadow grass has not been mown and the headland’s overgrown And from the woods of Gurteencrin the pheasant cock has lately flown. The soft red apples lie despoiled, on my mother’s orchard ground, And Autumn’s sun, its short day done, casts shadows all around. The old folk tend the pastures now for the young men have all gone To fight with grief for their belief, ‘twas a bitter feud and long; My brother, with his Thompson gun, faced me across the moor And against God’s will, I shot to kill, my sorrow will endure. The crossroads where the dancing feet sent echoes down the lane Are empty now, and many a brow is creased with grief and pain. Oh, who will cross the wide divide, and take my brother’s hand? Oh, who was with him when he died near Slaney’s shifting sand? How can we heal the broken rifts that separate us now, For friend fought friend until the end, can we smile again, and how Can hate and fear of yesteryear diminish in our minds? Oh, the Civil War was a cruel war to break the ties that bind. But the ash tree lives, and its seedlings give a hope to boy and man, And the GAA once more held sway in the fields where the hurlers ran; And the verdant spring a hope did bring, and the fields were tilled again, And the carefree sounds from the sporting grounds came echoing down the lane. Description An account of the resource The song was passed from the Wexford singer, Paddy Berry, to Tony Malone Carlow County Political hero Social Comment Sport http://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/4a04babe4167270908b4c830d4387096.MP3 021f87e0456c2823b4ff2854ac2abfce Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource In Winter Dawn Author: Dave Barron Singer: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource The words try to give a modern purpose to the beautiful old air of the Wexford (Enniscorthy) carol. We have turned a deeply spiritual and ancient experience of mid-winter rebirth and renewal into a commercial and selfish practice. We need to reflect and renew our spiritual focus, respect God and Creation, and respect our neighbours all over the world: that is Christ’s the WAY, LOGOS, and the WORD of the LORD. Description An account of the resource In winter dawn in years long gone Our forefathers adored the sun, Druids offered gifts to golden Fionn So crops might grow and male babes come. Then Patrick came and changed our ways; Replaced the gods of older days. He fanned a fire up high on Slane That showed, for evermore, the Way. CHORUS Come to us Lord, this holy night, And help us all to see the Light, To find a right and simple life Free from stress, and strain, and strife. And ever since on Christmas night We celebrate that dawn of Light When God, to guide to what is right, Sent us His Son, the infant Christ. CHORUS But now once more we need God’s help To save us from the gods of wealth. We feast and spend to great excess, Neglecting our poor spirit’s health. CHORUS So every year at Christmas time Let’s celebrate with Bread and Wine To keep God’s Word all white and bright, And light the darkness of our night. Carlow County Religion Social Comment