1 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 New Songs with new 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 Take Me Home To Carlow Author: Declan Smyth Subject The topic of the resource A child in me remembers The factory at Strawhall Bitter sweet the smell of beet Like rock piles looming tall Playing fields and friendships Carved memories in stone Warms a heart of distance To know a love back home Chorus Take me home to Carlow Down to Milford Lock Watch the Barrow sweep the weir The heron steal her stock Feeds my dreams and memories To see the young birds fly Take me home to Carlow The Blackstairs knows my mind Boast about the Dolmen To strangers passing by Sing about the croppy boys Why they lost their lives History in the Castle ruins The Celtic County’s pride Feeds my children’s stories With laughter love and joy Chorus Bridge Take me home to Carlow Give me wings to fly Wrap your world around me Sing your lullaby Chorus, Take me home,,,,,, Description An account of the resource A lovely version of this song, sung by Nicky Kealy, can be heard on Youtube. County Carlow Local Events Local Hero Pride in Place 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 Garsún Óg Fonn: Schoolday’s Over (Ewen McColl) Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Garsún Óg, ceithre bliana d’aois, Do laethanta leanbh thart anois; Amhráin airgid, guth an óige, ag éirí níos ciúine, Amhráin órga, guth clós na scoile, Ag ceiliúradh do thuras nua..... Garsún Óg. Garsún Óg, is gearr an spás Chun breathnú siar ar aois is fás; Beidh ceol beo na hóige ag preabadh i’d féithe déaga, Buille bríomhar fuil óg preabach, Ach níl sa chroí ach cré.....Garsún Óg. Gasrsún Óg, bí dóchasach, Tá leabhar do shaol ag oscailt romhat; Is féidir leat aon ní a scríobh sa scéal atá romhat; Tá leathnach bán ag fanacht do pheann, Níl ach tusa an scéal a dhéan..... Garsún Óg. Garsún Óg, caithfidh tu imeacht, Tá do laethanta leanbh imithe, thart, Tá Mamaí is Dadaí ag geata na scoile, buartha is uaighneach, Tá scéal a mbeatha ag gluaiseacht uathu Is cinniúint chéanna romhat..... Garsún Óg. Garsún Óg, you’re four years old, Your infant joys are now no more. The silver chimes of childhood’s voices are now fading away; The golden tune of schoolyard’s playing, It’s time to be on your way….. Garsún Óg Garsún Óg, soon enough you’ll know What it was like to age and grow. The fiery strains of youth will pulsate, will seem to last always; The throbbing beat of young blood pulsing, But in your heart of clay….. Garsún Óg Garsún Óg, be full of hope: Your life is opening out before Your songbook page, clean and white now, write on it what you may; The music of your life is tuning: Only you may write each phrase.…. Garsún Óg Garsún Óg, you now must go, Your baby infant days have flown. Mammy and Daddy feel so lonely as they must walk away. The music of their life is fading, And yours will too, one day. Garsún Óg, you’re four years old ….. Description An account of the resource Is é an chéad lá ar scoil am dóchais, ach brón, áthais, ach caillteanas; Is am é nuair a fheiceann tuismitheoirí a bpáiste ag imeacht den chéad uair, am imeachta, ach acmhainneacht agus dóchas. Is am é a thuigeann cé chomh tapa agus a chasann ciorcal an tsaoil. Is cosúil go bhfuil fonn Ewen McColl oiriúnach don téama de dhuine óg atá ag tabhairt aghaidh ar cheann de na haistrithe móra sa saol, sa chás seo ón mbaile go dtí an scoil. I gcás cailíní, d'fhéadfadh an focal 'Cailín' a chur in ionad 'Garsún'. The first day at school is a time of hope, yet of sadness, of joy, yet of loss; it is a time when parents see their child step away for the first time, a time of departure, yet of potential and of hope. It is a time of realization of how quickly the cycles of life spin round. Ewen McColl’s melody seems apt for the theme of a young person facing one of the great transitions in life, in this case from home to school. For girls, the word ‘Cailín’ may replace ‘Garsún’ Love 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 Teannalach (Gaeilge) Fonn: Carraigdhoun Údar: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource Pógann gaoth an Earraigh an sruthán, Gach abhainn, loch is farraige; Beannaíonn sé gach tobar naofa Is gach áras na sean déithe; Caitheann tobar ánsa draíocht is geasa Ar cách a éisteann leis: Dá mbéinn in ann an bua a bhaint: Teannalach dúlra a thuiscint. Seineann siorradh Samhradh an duilliúr, Amhráin is ceol binn ins na crainn, Ag lorg fios feasa ó’n talún, Trí cnó an choill, trí fréamh an chrainn. Maireann an fonn ar fud Samhradh, An amhrán lán le heagna: Dá mbéinn in ann an bua a bhaint: Teannalach dúlra a thuiscint. Séideann gaoth an Fhómhair fuar, fiiáin Trasna sliabh, cnoc is caorán, Ag bailiú an eagna ó’n talún Chun canadh do’n tinteán cluthar; Tá an amhrán sin lán le rúin Do daoine timpeall an tine: Dá mbéinn in ann an bua a bhaint: Teannalach dúlra a thuiscint. Trasnaíonn gaoth an Geimhridh crua Aigéan garbh, fiáin, stoirmiúil, Le rúin an domhain is eagna Do’n duine a féidir éisteachta; ‘Sa soinneáin gaoithe tá stair is cuimhne Is eagna ó’n farraige: Dá mbéinn in ann an bua a bhaint: Teannalach dúlra a thuiscint. The Springtime wind skips o’er the stream That links with river, lake and sea; It visits every sacred well And places where old spirits dwell. The ancient well can cast a spell, Through wind, on all who hear: If only I could glean the gift Of Teannalach to hear and see. The Summer breezes tease the leaves And make sweet music through the trees; They seek the wisdom of the years From bole and branch, from deep, green leaf. The gentle song lasts summer long, The tune sings sweet and clear: If only I could glean the gift Of Teannalach to hear and see. The Autumn wind blows cold and chill Across wild mountain, moor and hill; It gleans the wisdom from the earth And sings it to the listening hearth. That pleasant sound, when gathered round Fire’s full of mystery: If only I could glean the gift Of Teannalach to hear and see. The Winter wind has crossed wild seas And deepest oceans, far and near; It’s stored the secrets from the deep And howls those secrets for all to hear. Its chilling blast recalls times past, The wisdom of the seas: If only I could glean the gift Of Teannalach to hear and see. Description An account of the resource Ó tháinig ár speiceas daonna ar an Domhan den chéad uair, táimid i gcaidreamh siombóiseach leis an Dúlra; bhog ár saol i rithim le rithimí an Dúlra. Rinne ár sinsear Ceilteacha ceiliúradh ar na ceithre shéasúr, Bealtaine (Samhradh), Lughnasa (Fómhar), Samhain (Geimhreadh) agus Imbolc (Earrach). Nuair a scaip an bandia mór Ceilteach Brid a maintlín glas (Brat Bride) ar fud an domhain, bhí a fhios ag ár sinsear go raibh athfhás, athnuachan agus torthúlacht in aice láimhe. Léirigh an téarma Imbolg, go litriúil 'sa bholg' an dóchas go bhfásfaí arís agus go mbeadh saol nua ann don bhliain atá le teacht. D'iompaigh an luath-intinn spioradálta ar an Dúlra chun síocháin, suaimhneas intinne agus eagna agus eolas an Dúlra a fháil. Bunaíodh na mainistreacha, sular cuireadh faoi smacht na Róimhe orthu, i suíomhanna tuaithe iargúlta agus rinneadh ionaid eagna agus foghlama de. Is siombail den tsíocháin, den suaimhneas agus den eagna a bhí i dtraidisiún na mainistreach is ea ár Naomh Bríd mór. Níorbh aon timpiste é go ndearnadh ceiliúradh ar an bandia Ceilteach agus ar an naomh Críostaí ag am Imbolc. Scríobh an file, fealsamh agus mistéireach Éireannach, John O'Donohue, faoi sheanchainteoir dúchais a chaith a shaol ar bhruach Loch Coiribe. Rinne an fear seo cur síos ar eispéireas ina bhféadfadh sé léargas agus tuiscint iomasach a fháil i suaimhneas agus suaimhneas an dúlra. Thug sé 'Teannalach' ar an eispéireas seo Since our human species first came onto the Earth we have been in a symbiotic relationship with Nature; our lives moved in rhythm with the rhythms of Nature. Our Celtic ancestors celebrated the four seasons, Bealtaine (Summer), Lughnasa (Autumn), Samhain (Winter) and Imbolc (Spring). When the great Celtic goddess Brid spread her green mantle (Brat Bride) over the earth, our ancestors knew that regrowth, renewal and fertility were near. The term Imbolg, literally ‘in the belly’ expressed the hope of re-growth and of new life for the coming year. The early spiritual mind turned to Nature to find peace, tranquility of mind and the wisdom and knowledge of Nature. The monasteries, before being forced under the control of Rome, were founded in remote rural settings and became centers of wisdom and of learning. Our great Saint Brigid (Naomh Brid) is a symbol of the peace, tranquility and wisdom that was the monastic tradition. It was no accident that the Celtic goddess and the Christian saint were celebrated at the time of Imbolc. The Irish poet, philosopher and mystic, John O’Donohue, wrote of an old native speaker who lived his life on the shores of Lough Corrib. This man described an experience where in the peace and tranquility of nature he could find intuitive insight and understanding. He called this experience ‘Teannalach’ Nature Religion 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 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 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 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 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 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 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