29 10 322 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 Traditional Songs, poems, and stories 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 School House Author: Seamus Kavanagh fropm "Reflections in Rhyme Subject The topic of the resource Standing by the schoolhouse with its walls of granite grey memories come flooding back was it really only yesterday The silence it is broken by sounds from other years, of voices long forgotten Listen - can't you hear! Through an open window carried on the wing of time hear the lilting tones of innocence recite a nursery rhyme. See the young lad running, running wild and free and the girl with the red ribbon who meant the world to me. Solid desk with names engraved where we learn=t to write and spell with a nib bent out of shape from exploring an inkwell. Across bog and field they came in summer heat and winter snow and scampered 'cross a wooden plank where rushing waters flow. And on a frosty morning when smoke clouds filled the sky 'The master's in, the master's in' would be the warning cry. Listen to the roll call but I'm aggrieved to say the master and so many more won't be 'anseo' today. Carlow East Pride in Place Social Comment https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/974e2dcc249bdfcdf043bad391a8b8bc.MP3 82e4b03f44f490a2742faba8d0ffe027 https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/aee488d5033956dd7e04dd092c69f5bc.tif 1126e50ebcac46116cf0de1cfdabc374 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 Seasons of Our Years Author: Dave Barron Air: Shanagolden Singer: Mick O'connor Subject The topic of the resource Theme: The old song Shanagolden, is a love song of unfulfilled love, cut short by premature death; some have been luckier in life to have found fulfilment through a long and happy marriage. The imagery of the seasons reflects the different stages of love for a couple as they move through life together until one must pass over and leave the partner for a time, until the spirits are reunited in eternity. The mortal cycle of life is replaced by the linear life of the spirit. Description An account of the resource THE SEASONS OF OUR YEARS Do you remember, darling, the springtime of our years, The passion, the tensions, the laughter, and some fears? We planted love together and tended it with care And we faced into our seasons, uncertain what lay there. Do you remember, darling, the summer of our years? Our love produced fresh saplings, with all new hopes and fears. They needed careful pruning, much energy and care; They took the focus of our love, through years of sun and rain. Then we enjoyed high summer, high summer of our years. The saplings that we tended were now fine strong young trees. We’d now more time together, more time to give and share And to face into next season, our love still rich and rare. And then we reached our autumn, the harvest of our years, We thanked the Lord in Heaven for all the gifts we reaped. We faced into our winter, the lonely frost and cold, With confidence and comfort in the springtime of our souls. Now we’ve reached our winter and cold frost chills our bones; The saplings that we tended now have saplings of their own. Soon I’ll leave this cycle, into the world of soul; There I’ll wait for you, my darling, and together we’ll go home. Barron D Carlow County Love Personal wellbeing https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/14e5754652cd1ab8ea900bce5bc97303.tif cd25a6794c0197ac293111861af060b0 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 Secrets of the Stones Author: Dave Barron Air: England's Motorway Subject The topic of the resource 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 stone work 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’! Description An account of the resource 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 Barron D Carlow County Pride in Place Social Comment https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/1717414f9337a58cdb01d7eecc00239b.MP3 d060e6d805c13d64961753d3d7925dfa https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/5377efe7eeb4667d999e90f6cedf76b1.png a75d8c0b8d90c82e04bff37313013ce0 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 Seed in the Soil Author: D. Barron Air: THUGAMAR FÉIN AN SAMHRADH LINN Performed by the Carlow Storytellers Description An account of the resource Lyrics: The seed in the soil creeps up to the light Seeking new life in Springtime cold; The slow beat of life shows green, shows white, Growing new buds in flower and grove. The flower, bud and leaf then burst into life, Pulsing with sap as Springtime thrives; The riot of life leaps up to the sky; Lush life from the sun; bees fill hives. In full Summer bloom all Nature’s in tune, God’s bounty fills each vale and hill; All fish, flesh and fowl, bole, branch and flower Thrill to the sound of stream and rill. And when Autumn’s here the earth’s in good cheer Sharing its wealth of fruit and grain; The barns all full, the year’s nearly done, God’s gifts replenished all again. In late Autumn sun the earth’s work is done, Energy spent, it’s time to sleep; The leaves and flowers return to their bowers, Feed for the seeds in Winter’s keep. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available From Carlow Streams Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Richard Breen Subject The topic of the resource The traditional air is a celebration of summer. The new words seek to reflect and celebrate all four seasons in their ongoing cycles of the Natural world. Barron D Carlow County Nature Personal wellbeing Pride in Place https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/180332997987d2ee6c6eae5a7ad888e5.MP3 06e3d1d5152a9d31fcc2fd6d9f3f9edb https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/e6cb70fce24ae1ea1bb93415325c86a1.jpg 48616638a888533b3215794364433a6a https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/5b3a80190bf457cc33d45e38119f4c45.jpg 88e414860544f9c6548093f066d09978 https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/b8aa50fd156161419296c49e26304740.MP3 623e6000544b9a2491f55f7c2592052e 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 Traditional Songs, poems, and stories 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 Shooting At Shean Author: Peter Cleary Singer 1: Danny Browne Singer 2: John Candy Subject The topic of the resource Theme: Patriotic heroes Location: Carlow south The song is about two men who died in the Irish Civil War; they were shot by government forces at Shean, near Myshall Description An account of the resource In the county of Carlow two rebels were slaughtered Two brave Irish heroes who loved Erin dear With the guns of the British that they lent Dick Mulcahy They were both assassinated at Carthy’s of Shean. That beautiful mountain looks down over Myshal, Its brown heathered valley they often patrolled; At length they were shot by their own native tilers Just because they stood loyal to the green, white and gold. The priest of the parish at once was informed To proceed to the spot when the battle was o’er For to raise up to glory the souls of the rebels Who fought to free Ireland and were left in their gore. May God bless our brave curate who mounted his charger, All o’er a rough country like a bird he did fly For to mingle their souls in the kingdom of glory Where no traitor or spy may intend to enjoy. The deeds of those rebels will n’er be forgotten; Ireland united no one can deplore No high court of justice by Churchill can function For to seize on the cow of the down-trodden poor. But now in deep sorrow your hearts are all broken Your face is as dark as the cold winter spleen, For ye know ye did wrong for to vote in the tyrants Who sent before God Miley Carroll at Shean. Likewise Jim O’Toole in that battle had fallen, With the lead of the Thompson some coward laid him low. His noble ancestors in the dark days of Cromwell Wove the green flag of Ireland o’er the hills of Wicklow. Now in conclusion, in respect for those martyrs, Let all you good Christians while out on patrol, Ere you draw near the graves of Jim Toole or Myles Carroll, Say the Lord may have mercy on the dead rebels’ souls. Carlow South Cleary P Local event Patriotic Hero 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 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 https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/5c4570f04d91b47b8eeb41cf22b5dfb0.MP3 195af29a07e06a85cec7ac8e8178c1a0 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 Turning of the Year Author: Dave Barron Singer: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource The Christian festival of Christmas was transposed on the ancient Celtic festival that marked the turning of the year at the time of the winter solstice. Both festivals were marked by religious ceremonies and by family celebrations and feasting. It was and is a time for hope and joy, for families and for building and storing memories for future reflection. The traditional air was used for the carol Christmas Day is Come (Caitriona O’Leary); another title for the melody is The Little Brown Mallet. Description An account of the resource Christmas time is here, the turning of the year; We celebrate with feasting and with hope for the new year, Chorus: And all enjoy the season, the turning of the year; Each home is full of happiness and all are of good cheer. Chorus The young folk journey home from places far and wide; Parents cry with joy to see them coming for Yuletide. Chorus The old folks tell their stories of Christmas long ago With simple gifts for simpler times: memories of pure gold. Chorus The children hush to bed and wait for morning light, Rushing down to see what came in the magic of the night. Chorus All bond with the feasting; Good food and drink and more; The old folk then doze, dreaming of Christmases of yore. Chorus And all distill their feelings to store in memory Storing thoughts for years to come of how it used to be. The happy thoughts will buffer the sadness yet to come, Of family ties and family joys at the time of the rising sun. Chorus Chorus Carlow County Religion Social Comment https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/748d41dd59f6d09d6bcda5760e29e7cd.jpg c39695fb858b7bc52c0f6f5ac5229dd6 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 Traditional Songs, poems, and stories 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 Village of Clonmore Author: John Candy Description An account of the resource Location: North Carlow, Clonmore John remembers the place of his youth and its history Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available From Carlow Streams Subject The topic of the resource Theme: Pride in place Candy J Carlow North Emigration Pride in Place 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 Traditional Songs, poems, and stories 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 Village of My Youth Author: Seamus Kavanagh Subject The topic of the resource Nestling in the Wicklow hills, Where granite meets the sky, Is the village of my childhood, Where I grew up as a boy. In my mind I still can see it, The way it used to be, The landmarks and the people, That meant the world to me. I still can hear the bell on Sunday Calling on the morning air, An invitation to the village, To join the Lord in prayer. Across the hillsides, bogs, and fields, Masspaths wound their way, Through 'Knoochra, Kyle, and Shielstown Rathnagrew and Knocknaskeagh. The Mass was prayed in Latin, But was all Greek to me, And I envied those who "stayed the pace" With a cap beneath one knee! When the Mass it was over, When we said the last Amen, We prayed beside the headstones, Of family and friend. The blacksmith was our hero, The Cuchulainn of the land, For he could shoe a horse, With the touch of a surgeon's hand. With one hand he swung a sledge That we failed to lift with two, Yet each of us knew every step, In the making of a shoe. The creaking pumps coughed water, The day's first and final chore, And a snake like trail of splashes, Wound their way was to our front door We had no Dunnes or Tesco Telling us how to save, But to us the village shop, Was like Aladdin's cave! There were "bullseyes" and " peggy's leg" Sweets in every shape of jar, But the "finances" of our youth, Could only "rise" to a penny bar Milk of Magnesia, Syrup of Figs, Sure I can taste them still! While Mrs Cullen's powder, Was a cure for every ill. There were razor blades, carbolic soap, Loose tea and paraffin, And tea chests full of mash For turkey ,pig , and hen. You could buy lbs of "farmer's butter" Get your rashers cut to size, Cholesterol hadn't been invented, So the village "lived " on fries! The pubs they were a mystery, As we tried to figure out, What caused the metamorphosis, Between the going in and coming out! The laurel hedge at "Miley's" With fondness I recall There dates were made , games replayed While sitting on the wall. When Winter spread its mantle, And the nights were cold and stark, The tilley lamps on wooden poles Fought their battles with the dark. On Sunday nights of childhood, When in bed without a care, From the hall we heard the music, As it tip toed through the air. Now the village of my childhood, Fills a page in history, But sometimes when I close my eyes It's there just like it used to be. Description An account of the resource Seamus fondly remembers the village where he grew as well as practices from a lost way of life. Carlow East Pride in Place Social Comment https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/9eb254f6441213cfe14574eec686511f.jpg e4c9b8d0eb4530ee4d9a8418d39205e0 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 Traditional Songs, poems, and stories 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 Wexford Rebel Author: Kate O'Leary Subject The topic of the resource Theme: Local event and a local hero. Description An account of the resource A local view of the heroic sacrifice made by a local hero in his struggle to help his people in 1798. Carlow South Liberty Local Hero O'Leary K Patriotic Hero