1 10 12 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Dúlra Scroiste / Nature Lost Author: Dave Barron Melody; Fiach O'Muircheartaigh Amhránaí: Clara Hutchinson Subject The topic of the resource Is mise Danú ….. Is mise Ériu ..... Is mise an grian ..... is mise an gaoth ..... Is mise guth na hÉireann Fillean an fáinleog gach samhradh Do’n nead óna d’eitil ar dtús Ach le déanaí tá siad in easnamh ‘Sé easpa cuileoga an cúis. Curfá Agus caithin a chlois tú an cuirliún, Guth cuach ag ceiliúr na camhaoir, Slaparnach an bradán san abhainn, Grág traonach I ngarra an féir? Bhí cuach ‘gus cuirliún comónta Ba bhreá é a nglaoch d’ár gcluas; Ach anois tá an tírdhreach ab fhearr leo Scriosta is millte anuas. Curfá Buaileann an bradán abhaile Chun abhainn a dhúchais a fháil, Ach is bruscar, is fosfáit, is camras A bhacann an borradh cupláil. Curfá Ba mhaith leis an traonach an móinéar: Bhí cosaint do’n nead insan féir, ‘Nois bearrtar an sadhlas sa mhórchluain Is an traonach bocht caillte ar strae. Curfá NATURE LOST The swallows return every summer Near the nest where they flew their first flight. But their numbers grow fewer and fewer: Few insects refuel their long flight. Chorus When did you last hear the curlew, The call of the cuckoo at dawn, The splash of the salmon in summer, The croak of the crake in the corn? The cuckoo and curlew, once common, Pleasing our ears with their calls Find the landscape they like is no longer: They’ll soon have no shelter at all. Chorus The salmon returns to the water, Back to the place it was born, But phosphate, and sewage, and litter Now hinder the surge home to spawn. Chorus The corncrake was fond of hay meadows: The long grass there sheltered its nest; Now silage is shaved in big prairies And the corncrake is gone like the rest. Chorus Description An account of the resource Tá go leor de na fuaimeanna a bhí coitianta in Éirinn anois ag fáil bháis nó imithe. Tá damáiste déanta againn don Dúlra agus ar an gcaoi sin táimid ag déanamh damáiste dúinn féin agus dár n-Oidhreacht Nádúrtha. Mura ndéanaimid athchóiriú, cén oidhreacht a fhágfaimid dár bpáistí agus ár ngarpháistí? Many of the sounds that were common in Ireland are now dying or gone. We have damaged Nature and in so doing are damaging ourselves and our Natural Heritage. If we do not restore, what heritage will we leave our children and grandchildren? Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived This song won the National and International song competitions in the Pan Celtic Song contest, 2026. Video: https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1CK8HauePm/?mibextid=wwXIfr 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Amhrán Dadó / Grandpa's Song   Fonn:'Sé Mo Laoch<br />Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Garpháistí, soilse mo chroí Torthaí glúnta imithe thíos, Tabhair dom aoibhneas is dóchas, Síol na nglúnta le teacht fós. Cailín óg, solas mo chroí Ag beamadh trí ceo na beatha, Ag polladh gruaim le’d mhiongháire, Ag mealladh mo shean chroí le grá, Faigh céile dílis, fíor do’n saol Chun turas mór an saol a sheol, Bígí feasach faoi bhúr céile, Is comhlíonadh a chéile brí bhúr mbeatha. Curfá Buachaill óg is tú cúis bród Le géaga tréan is aigne gasta, Cosantóir ár líne fola, Fás ciallmhar, lách, maith, cróga. Faigh céile deas le meas maith uirthí, Seachain cailín glórach, gárfach, Coimeád í slán, áthasach Is le bhúr riachtanais bí riarach. Curfá In bhúr sean aois bí slán, sabháilte Le clann is cáirde gar ar láimh, Comhlíonta le gach ‘tá bainte, ‘Gus croí lán sásta le ’tá déanta. Garpháistí ag bronnadh dóchas Mo aois níos mó ná bratóga, Mé féin níos mó ná fear bréige: Lonrú mo chroí le athbheochan. Curfá Féach ar ‘Dad’s Song’ do’n leagan Béarla. Chorus Garpháistí, you melt my heart; Torthaí glúine imithe, thart; Bring me joy and pride and hope: Síol na nglúine le teacht fós. Cailín Óg, you light my life, Beaming through the fog of life, Piercing gloom with your coy smile, Charming my old heart with joy. Find someone who’s true to you; Together see life’s voyage through; Be aware of both your needs; May ‘Fulfill Each Other’ be your creed. Chorus Buachaill Óg, you are my pride, Strong in limb and swift in mind; You are the minder of our blood: Grow wise and brave, be kind, be good. Find a wife, respect her well, Avoid the loud and gaudy girls; Keep her safe, make her smile; Meet both your needs, all the while. Chorus May old age see you safe and sound With friends and family all around Admiring all you have achieved, And your heart content with all your deeds. Garpháisti, you bring me hope That age is more than tattered coat; I will be more than old scarecrow: My ageing heart restores its glow. Chorus Description An account of the resource Amhrán faoi laochra is ea Sé Mo Laoch. Tugann laochra áthas agus bród agus dóchas dúinn: déanaimid ceiliúradh le háthas ar a mbua; táimid bródúil as a ngníomhartha; glacaimid dóchas óna gcumas adversity a shárú. Tugann garpháistí na bronntanais áthais, bród agus dóchais do sheantuismitheoirí freisin. Tar éis taithí a fháil ar na rudaí atá tábhachtach sa saol, is mian le seantuismitheoirí sásamh agus sásamh dá ngarpháistí. Is féidir an sonas seo a fháil trí chaidrimh chomhbhácha agus sásúla, rud a theastaíonn ó gach duine agus a theastaíonn ó sheantuismitheoirí dá garpháistí. Sé Mo Laoch is a song about heroes. Heroes give us joy and pride and hope: we celebrate with joy at their victories; we take pride in their deeds; we take hope from their potential to overcome adversity. Grandchildren also bring those gifts of joy, pride and hope to grandparents. Having experienced what’s important in life, grandparents wish fulfillment and contentment for their grandchildren. This happiness can be found through caring and fulfilling relationships, something all humans need and that grandparents wish for their grandchildren. Local Hero Love Personal wellbeing 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 An Teach Uaigneach / The Lonely House. Fonn: Ar Éireann Ní Neosfainn Cé Hí Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Níos mó teaghlach ná teach Áit a raibh my theaghlaigh sonasach, Anois tá siad scaipthe thar domhain Is mise briste, tréighthe ‘gus gann. Tráth clúdaigh mo dhíon uilig, Anois briste agus maoil do’n spéir, Gan rabharta nó tuí cor ar bith, Dealg is eidhneán go barr mo shimléir. Mo bhallai a bhi láidir is daingean ‘Nois ag mionú mar cnámha lag, fann; Guth mo ghaoith siorradh, sonasach Anois caointeach, uaigneach, brónach. Ní chloisim ach fuaimeanna ciúnas, Múr báisteach ‘gus caoineadh gaoithe, Gáire taibhsiúil ó uair an tsonais, M’olagón féin do’n uair anuas. Mo fhuinneoga briste is scriosta, Súile dall gan radharc do’n spéir, Iad a bhí lonnrach, lonnagh, gléiste Mar súile glégeal mo leanbhaí gleoite. Mo theallach inniu folamh, fuar, A bhí croí dearglach an teaghlach; Mo shimhléir le deatach móna Anois ach leach uaigh do’n beocht. Bhí mé tráth I’m theaghlach spleodrach Le clainne lán sonasach; Anois, iad ar aistear eisimirce Is mise folamh, reo, uaigneach. Féach ar ‘The Lonely House’ do’n leagan Béarla. I once was a house, more a home, Where my families felt safe and secure; Now they’re scattered all over the globe And I’m left here lone, broken and poor. My roof that once sheltered them all Now lies broken and bare to the sky; No rafter or thatch now at all, Thorn and ivy grow chimney stack high. My walls once were sturdy and strong, Now they’re crumbling, like old broken bones; One time whistling the family song, Now the wínd whines, so lonely: sorrow! Sounds of silence are all I can hear, Hiss of rain and sad wind as it sighs, Ghostly laughter of times I hold dear, My own groans for my lost times of joy. My windows are shattered and gone, Poor, blind, sightless eyes to the sky; Long ago they glistened and shone Like my children’s bright eyes inside. My hearth now lies empty and cold Where once my fire glowed so bright; My chimney where once warm smoke flowed, Now a tombstone for times long gone by. Yes, I once was a home, a warm place Where my families enjoyed happy days; Now they’ve parted and gone their own ways And I’m cold here, a lonely old place. Description An account of the resource Ar fud na hÉireann feicimid tithe folmha, tréigthe a bhí ina dtithe te agus compordacha do na glúnta teaghlaigh tráth. Tá an imirce tar éis na tithe sin a fholmhú dá n-anamacha beo, agus iad a fhágáil mar mheabhrúcháin folamh, amú ar shaol atá imithe le fada. Samhlaigh dá bhféadfadh na fothracha sin a gcuid scéalta a labhairt agus a insint dúinn All over Ireland we can see empty, derelict houses that once were warm and comfortable homes to generations of families. Emigration has emptied those houses of their living souls, leaving them as vacant, wasted reminders of lives long gone. Imagine if those ruins could talk and tell us of their stories! County Carlow Social Comment 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Ár gCultúr Beo / Our Living Culture Fonn: Óró 'Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource CURFÁ Óró ár gcultúr gleoite, Óró ár gcultúr spleodrach, Óró ár gcultúr beomhar, Beo faoi bhláth I gCatharlach. Ba mhian leo ár gcultúr a mhagadh, A gcultúr féin a bhrú orainn, Ach chuir ár sinsear geasa orainn: Ár sean oidhreacht a shábháil. CURFÁ Chuir siad brú orainn chun athrú, Sean stair ár dtír a thréigean, Ach tá ár stair I seilbh againn Do glúnta óga nua. CURFÁ Ba theach bothánaíocht áit cruinniú, Le déanaí bhí a ról ag laghdú Ach choimeád laochra an seancleachtadh Chun oidhreacht sean a chaomhnaigh. CURFÁ Cheapadh go múchfadh faisean nua Ár sean cultúr: ba mhór an trua. Tá meas mór ar ár oidhreacht ársa: Tá ár gcultúr slán sabháilte. CURFÁ x2 Féach ar Ár gCultúr Beo / Our Living Culture do’n leagan béarla. CHORUS Óro, Ár gcultúr gleoite, (our beautiful culture) Óro, our culture’s growing, Óro, ár gcultúr beomhar, (our living culture) Alive and beo in Carlow. (well) They tried to take our culture from us, Tried to force their culture on us; Our fathers placed a geasa on us: (obligation) To save our ancient ways. CHORUS They told us that we had to change, To leave our past on a previous page; We’ll save our ways for the coming age: We’ll save our ancient ways. CHORUS The rambling house was the place to meet But in recent years its fate looked bleak; Some kept our old Way’s heart abeat And saved our ancient ways. CHORUS They thought we’d fade with modern fashions We love our culture with great passion; We’ll always care for our great tradition And we’ll save our ancient ways. CHORUS CHORUS Description An account of the resource Tá go leor dúshlán roimh thraidisiún béil an cheoil agus na hamhránaíochta Ceilteacha Éireannach, ó Phéindlíthe go treochtaí agus faisean atá ag athrú. Ag am amháin magadh agus magadh, coinníodh beo é i gcónaí sna tithe rambling agus ag daoine a raibh grá acu dá dtraidisiúin. Anois, tá an cultúr ársa ag fás láidir arís, ní hamháin ag coinneáil a chuid féin ach ag fás sa tóir air. Bhí an t-amhrán Óro, Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile faoi athchóiriú na saoirse agus an chultúir; is cosúil go bhfuil sé oiriúnach na focail seo a mheaitseáil leis an sean-séis. The Celtic Irish oral tradition of music and song has faced many challenges to its survival, from Penal Laws to changing trends and fashions. At one time mocked and derided, it was always kept alive in the rambling houses and by people who loved their traditions. Now, the ancient culture is growing strong again, not only holding its own but growing in popularity. The song Óro, Sé Do Bheatha ‘Bhaile was about restoration of freedom and culture; it seems appropriate to match these words with the old melody. County Carlow 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Caoineadh Do’n Crotach / Lament For The Curlew Fonn: The Star of the County Down. Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Ní chloisim fós guth an crotach, Guth draíochta, uaigneach, Sa spéir réilteach, folamh, ciúin Os cionn mo theach brónach. Curfá Íosportaigh íad, lena cinne Ag saint an cinne daonna; An am nach mbeidh Nádúr níos mó B’fhearr linn sách ná tuille. San áit a ghlaodh si chun a cháirde ‘Sna portaigh gar do’n Bearbha Níl ann anois ach spéir tostach, Na portaigh uile in easpa. Curfá Scriosadh gnáthóg an portach Chun barra breise a fháil; Anois níl ann ach páirc amháin Gan follaigh nó garrán. Curfá Sa bhogach sliabh, áit fánaíocht Le creabhar ‘gus naoscach Níl ann anois ach garrán péin An talamh faoi ach bán. Curfá Tá go leor Fána scriosta ‘nois Ó stór taisce Nádúr Is gearr go leanfaidh Fanú iad Muid féin gan mhoill ‘na ndiaidh. Curfá Féach ar ‘Lament For the Curlew’ do’n leagan Béarla. I hear no more the lonesome cry Of the curlew’s haunting call In the quiet of dark starlight sky Somewhere above my hall. CHORUS She’s fallen victim, with her kind, To mankind’s greed for MORE. When all is gone, it’s then we’ll find ENOUGH is more than MORE. Where once she called out to her mate, In bogs by Barrow’s shore, The silent sky is now her fate; The bogs are there no more. CHORUS The bogs she shared with cock and teal Were drained to make more crops; Now there’s only one great field: No cover, gorse, or copse. CHORUS The mountain marsh where once she roamed With woodcock, snipe and hare Now grows only pine tree groves. Dry ground beneath is bare. CHORUS We’ve cleared out lots of flora now From Nature’s treasure trove; The Fauna soon will follow now Then we’ll be next to go. CHORUS CHORUS Description An account of the resource Ní thagann sástacht agus comhlíonadh an duine ó shaibhreas ach ó shásamh ár riachtanais dhaonna go léir dár bhfolláine. Tá go leor níos mó ná Níos mó. Ní mór dúinn ár gcaidreamh leis an Dúlra a athnuachan, cumarsáid a dhéanamh (guí) leis an gCruthú; mar a chan John Denver: 'You talk to God and listen to the casual reply'. In our modern world we have been blinded into believing that ‘the wealthiest man among us is the best’ Human contentment and fulfilment come not from wealth but from satisfying all our human needs for our Wellbeing. Enough is more than More. We need to renew our relationship with Nature, to communicate (pray) with Creation; as John Denver sang: ‘You talk to God and listen to the casual reply’. County Carlow Nature 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Coimeádaíithe Ár Scéal / The Keepers Of The Flame Fonn: The Bantry Girls’ Lament Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Ó am na Féine ’sé béaloideas a shabháil seanchas sinsear, I dteallaigh dearg a lasadh cultúr breá an tine; Ghlach na comharsain is an clann teas ‘gus gean an tine, Ghlach iad uilig an cultúr céanna, cultúr breá na hÉireann. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí choimeádaithe ár scéal. In am ghlachadh an cultúr i gcuile áit in Èirinn, Ár gcultúr a shú isteach an Lochlann is Normáin; Seanchaí is baird a chlaonadh sean dúchas is oidhreacht: Chan siad scéalta an cinne Gaelach, na laochra is an draíocht. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí choimeádaithe ár scéal. Thuig Liza is a cúirt go maith páirt tabhachtach na baird, Nuair a scrios a impireacht cultúr Éireann le dlithe is a harm. Ach cois teallaigh le bothánaíocht bhí ár gcultúr beo is tréan: Ba amhránaí is Fear an Tigh coimeádaithe ár scéal. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí choimeádaithe ár scéal. Conus an cultúr a chaomhnaigh inniu le nua teichneolaíocht, Le brú an cnaipe tá eolas uilig ó AI go zó-eolaíocht. Ach tá breis ag teastáil ná fíricí, sin é fráma cultúrtha Tá gá géar anois do’n sean oidhreacht, an dúchas is cultúr. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí choimeádaithe ár scéal. Bhí Fear an Tigh i sean Cluain Mhór, McDonald ab ainm dó, B’é a dhúil cultúr a chaomhnú, ní glóir is ní clú. Coimeád a Theach Bothánaíocht an oidhreacht bríomhar, beo, Ach tá Eddie anois sa cruinniu mór le Coimeádaithe ó fadó. Tá Eddie anois le Slua na bFhlaitheas le Coimeádaí ár scéal. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí choimeádaithe ár scéal. Féach ar ‘The Keepers of the Flame’ do’n leagan Béarla. 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 coimeádaithe 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 coimeádaithe 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 coimeádaithe 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 coimeádaithe 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. Ár gcultúr úr, ó ghlúin go glúin, trí coimeádaithe ár scéal. Description An account of the resource Anois níos mó ná riamh teastaíonn Creat Cultúir an OT agus iad siúd a choinníonn beo é. Déanann an t-amhrán machnamh ar an Traidisiún Béil sin agus ar an tábhacht a bhaineann leis, go háirithe san aimsir seo ina bhfuil na meáin shóisialta ag tabhairt tionchair idirnáisiúnta ar ár n-óg, chun dochar dár luachanna cultúrtha traidisiúnta. Cuimhníonn sé go háirithe ar Eddie MacDonald as Cluain Mhór, Contae Cheatharlach, a d'éirigh leis traidisiún Theach na Rambling a chur chun cinn agus a chothabháil. Ar dheis Dé go mbeidh anam uasal Eddie. Now more than ever we need the Culture Framework of the OT and those who keep it alive. The song reflects on that Oral Tradition and its importance, particularly in this time of social media bringing international influences on our young, to the detriment of our traditional cultural values. It particularly remembers Eddie MacDonald of Clonmore, County Carlow, who successfully promoted and maintained the Rambling House tradition. Ar dheis Dé go mbeidh anam uasal Eddie. County Carlow Local Character Local Hero 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Guth Na Néan / When Robin Sings Fonn: When the Pipers Play Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Tá ceol an spideog lán le spiorad In aghaidh an Geimhreadh fuar is garbh, I mbéal an stoirm is gaoithe searbh Tá geall an aimsir deas le teacht. Is guth an londubh fógra an Earraigh, Laethanta deas ag teacht ar ais; Aoibhinn do Fionn, is aoibhinn dúinn, A ghuth binn ón mbrainse luath. Is guth an cuach ceol an tSamhraidh, Guth an aimsir geal, brothallach, Cith beag te, torthaí sócúlach Is barraí lán le sú go rúta. Is guth an fáinleog guth an Fhomhair, Le clabaireacht roimh an turas mór Ag lorg an grian I dtíre te Ag éalú ó’n aimsir seaca. Tá guth an spideog do’n bhliain uilig, Is cuma léi maith no olc; Ag spreagadh muid bheith dóchasach Le grá, le sách, is le misneach, Le grá, le sách, is le misneach. Féach ar ‘When Robin Sings’ do’n leagan Béarla. When Robin sings its 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. To live with Love, Enough and Hope. Description An account of the resource Bhí ár sinsear i dtiúin le timthriallta na bliana. Anois is féidir na héin agus a gcuid amhrán a nascadh le hamanna áirithe den bhliain. Canann roinnt éan, cosúil leis an spideog, ar feadh na bliana. Ní mór dúinn am a thógáil ónár saol hectic chun éisteacht, tiúnadh isteach, agus nasc a dhéanamh arís leis an Dúlra. Our ancestors were in tune with the cycles of the year. Now the birds and their songs can be linked to certain times of the year. Some birds, like the robin, sing all year long. We need to take time from our hectic lives to listen, tune in, and link again with Nature. County Carlow Nature Social Comment 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Rúin na gCloch / The Secrets of the Stones Fonn: Connemara Cradle Song / England’s Motorway Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Lean Fionn le éad na leannáin óg ar rian na leapacha cloiche; B’é Ogham an scríbhinn is luaithe, inscríofa ar bhata nó cloch; Bhí cócaireacht do deoch no féasta déanta le cloiche dóite; Tá scéal ár nanamacha ársa storáilte i gcnámh is cloch. Curfá Tá sé ‘nár gcnámha ‘gus ins na cloiche, Faoi rún ins na cloiche; Tá scéal ár gcroíthe uasal Gaelach Scríofa ins na cloiche. Thug draoithe adhraidh do Fionn an ór cúig mhílaois fadó, Le ceiliúradh mór I leacht clocha d’á bhreithlà bliaintiúil Ag árdú na gréine I lár geimhreadh I scrín Sí an Brú Lasadh an scrín ó doras go croí le solas na gréine nua. Curfá Glach Cú Chulainn saol ró ghearr, ach cáil is clú go deo; Mhair sé faoi bhrú, maith is olc, maireann sé I scéal is ceol. Nuair d’éag an laoch na nGael, tar éis a shaol sealadach, D’ainsigh fiach dubh a chorp geal greamaithe chun an cloch. Curfá Caomhnaigh na filí scéal na nGael in amhrán, scéal is seanchas Scríobh na manaigh a lámhscríofa I mbotháin adhmaid uaigneach, Ach do loscadh catha na botháin is scriosadh an seanchas: Togadh cill is túr, cillín is boghaire le cloiche soladach. Curfá Togadh dúin na clainne Ceilteach in adhmaid, ní I gclocha, Togadh túr Normánaigh cumhachtach le clocha buan, crua; Le dlíthe Sasana I gcathair bhí ré Breihiúna thart: An dúchas scriosta, an cultúr caillte ach i gcuimhne ins na clocha. Curfá Féach ar ‘The Secrets of the Stones’ do’n leagan Béarla The druids worshipped golden Fionn five thousand years ago; They marked his birthday every year in monuments of stone; And when mid-winter morning sun peeped o’er the rim of gold It lit the shrine of Newgrange stone right to the very core. CHORUS It’s in our bones and it’s in the stones, It’s hidden in the stones. The story of our Irish soul Is written in the stones CúChulainn chose a life so short, but long-term fame and glory. He lived life well, he faced his hells, he lives in tale and story; And when his time to pass came round, much sooner than for most He died alone, the raven found him fastened to a stone. CHORUS Our Celtic bards kept history in song and tale and lore. The early monks then wrote their books in timber huts, remote. But huts were burned and lore forgot, we needed something more So, Cill and tower, and cell and bower were built with solid stone. CHORUS The Celtic clans built dún and rath in timber, more than stone; But Norman towers, a stronger power, used harder, lasting stone. Then English walls maintained their laws, the Celtic way was o’er, The people gone, the culture lost but minded in the stones. CHORUS X 2 Description An account of the resource Is amhrán é England's Motorway faoin bhfear Éireannach as baile agus oidhreacht a thógáil i gcloch. Bhí cultúr na hÉireann ar cheann de thraidisiún béil agus rinneadh an chuid is mó d'fhoirgnimh sa ré Cheilteach as adhmad. Mar sin féin, bhí obair chloiche ar chaighdeán eisceachtúil ann freisin, smaoinigh ar na tuamaí pasáiste, na Dolmens móra, na crosa Ceilteacha, na túir bhabhta, na tithe túr, na caisleáin. Samhlaigh na scéalta a d'fhéadfaidís a insint faoinár stair agus ár sinsear; dá mbeadh a fhios againn conas leas a bhaint as 'rúndachtaí cloiche'! England’s Motorway is a song about the Irish man away from home and building a legacy in stone. Ireland’s culture was one of oral tradition and most buildings in the Celtic era were made from wood. However, there was also stonework of exceptional quality, think of the passage tombs, the great Dolmens, the Celtic crosses, the round towers, the tower houses, the castles. Imagine the stories they could tell about our history and our ancestors; if only we knew how to tap into the ‘secrecies of stone’! County Carlow Local event Social Comment 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Leanaigí Fiach go Catharlagh / Follow Me Up to Carlow Fonn: Follow Me Up To Carlow Údair: Dave Barron (Gaeilge), P.J. McCall (English) Subject The topic of the resource Múch Mac Cahir Óg do bhrón, Ná bí ag gol ‘s ologón Toisc ruathar mór Fitzwilliam dú Scrios baile is do theaghlach. Bhí smaointe bua I gcloigeann Gray, Ba ghearr go mbrisfear arm na nGael Go dtí gur bhuail I nGleann Uí Mháill Le Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne. CURFÁ Mionnaí móra ó na Gall, Sleá ‘s claidheamh I ngreim na nGael Le geall ar Saoirse, bás nó saor; Óglaigh, fíachmhar, cróga. Éirigí suas mo laochra Gael, Cuir as ár dtír na míolra Gall, Bain taithneamh as lá nua saor, Leanaigí Fiach go Catharlagh. Féach na Gael I nGleann Uí Mháill Ag scanradh lucht na nGall sa Pale; Óglaigh Gaeil le fonn ar fuil Na Gallaibh bocht a stealladh. Ní ghlachfaidh Gael le masla Gall, Is laochra iad gan meas ar feall, Glanfaidh said Éire ‘nois gan moill, Sean tír ár sinsir feasta. CURFÁ Ó Tassagart go Cluain Mór Tá laochra Gael na Gall ag scoir; Maith thú Rory Óg O Moore Ag scrios na Gallaibh millte. Tá White faoi brú, Lane ag éalú Na Sasanaigh uilig faoi brú; Seolfaimíd ceann Fitzwilliam dú I mbosca beag go Liza. CURFÁ O Lift MacCahir Óg your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and sent you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne [Chorus] Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with Halbert, on with sword On we'll go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word Follow me up to Carlow O see the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O’Byrne’s banners Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let the Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners [Chorus] From Tassagart to Cluain Mhór there flows the stream of Saxon gore O, great is Rory Óg O’More, for sending loons to Hades For White is sick and Grey has fled and now for black Fitzwilliam's head We'll send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladies [Chorus] Description An account of the resource B'as Cluain Mhór in oirthear Chontae Cheatharlach d'athair P.J. McCall. Scríobh PJ go leor amhrán ó thraidisiún streachailt na hÉireann ar son na saoirse ó riail choilíneach. Tá sé seo ar cheann de na cinn is cáiliúla. Déanann an t-amhrán ceiliúradh ar bhua Fhiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne ar arm Sasanach i nGleann an Mhuirire sa bhliain 1580. Ba é Ceatharlach lárionad riaracháin Shasana i gceantar dheisceart na Paile, lena n-áirítear Cill Mhantáin anois agus dá bhrí sin bhí sé ina sprioc do na reibiliúnaithe Éireannacha. Ceaptar gurb é séis an amhráin an ceol iarbhír a sheinn píobairí Fiach agus iad ag máirseáil chun cath. P.J. McCall’s father was from Clonmore in east County Carlow. PJ wrote many songs from the tradition of Ireland’s struggle for freedom from colonial rule. This is one of the most famous. The song celebrates the victory of Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne over an English army in Glenmalure in 1580. Carlow was the centre of English administration for the area of the southern Pale, including what is now Wicklow and was therefore a target for the Irish rebels. It is thought the melody for the song was the actual music played by Fiach’s pipers as they marched to battle. County Carlow Liberty Political hero 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 Amhráin Dátheangach 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 Máthair / Mother Fonn: May Morning Dew Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Tugann gaoth geal an tEarrach smaointe grá fút, Lán le cineáltas, le dóchas, le’d cumhacht; Múinteoir a’b fhearr thú ó m’am ar do ghlún: ‘Sí an máthair is tabhachtaí ar domhan. ‘Sa ghaoth bog an Samhradh cuímhním tú go caoin, Ag cómhrá sa gháirdín faoi scáth deas na grann; Mo ghrá dhuit ag méadú le gach sioscadh ‘sna crainn: ‘Sí an máthair is tabhachtaí ar domhan. Le gaoth fuar an Fhómhair sabháiltear na barraí Ag stóráil an fómhar tar éis fás na bliana; Roinn tú d’aigne ó fómhar saibhir do chroi: ‘Sí an máthair is tabhachtaí ar domhan. I ngaoth gear an Geimhreadh is cuímhin liom do ghrá Ag treorú mo shaol go fial le’d aigne, Do theaghlach compórdach gach oíche is lá: ‘Sí an máthair is tabhachtaí ar domhan. Gach gaoth is gach séasúr tugann cuimhne dom thú, Do threoir is do aigne gan struss, gan brú, Do shuaimhneas faoi’n fóid ‘nois, mo mhathair, mo bhrón: ‘Sí an máthair is tabhachtaí ar domhan. ‘Sí an máthair is tabhachtaí ar domhan. The bright wind of Springtime brings you to my mind, Filled with fine promise, all gentle and kind; Fountain of hope and my bright, guiding star, Still guiding my life choice from Heaven afar. The soft breeze of Summer recalls you and me Enjoying the garden in the shade of the trees; My love for you deepens with each passing breeze. When I think how you loved me my heart melts in tears. The chill wind of Autumn means harvest is here, Storing the fresh fruits and the yields of the year. Your harvest of wisdom, gleaned through your years, Shared freely and wisely throughout all our years. The wild wínds of Winter bring warm thoughts of you; Through the wild storms of life your guidance was true; Your warm hearth was cosy, where love warmed the air, Just like your own heart and the peace that lay there. All winds and all seasons keep you in my mind, Your wisdom and guidance, so gentle and kind. Your caring and sharing made our house a home. Your peace is all gone now, Mother, mo bhrón. Description An account of the resource Is amhrán grá é May Morning Dew: cén grá is mó atá ann ná an grá idir máthair agus leanbh? Ní hionann é agus grá do pháirtí, leanbh, garpháiste, athair nó cara. Tá sé uathúil ina dhoimhneacht agus ina mhín agus is minic, faraor, ní thuigtear go hiomlán é ach amháin nuair a bhíonn an máthair tar éis bás a fháil. May Morning Dew is a love song: what greater love is there than that between a mother and child? It is not the same as love for a partner, child, grandchild, father or friend. It is unique in its depth and gentleness and is often, sadly, only fully appreciated when the mother has passed away. Love Nature