7 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 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 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 Tom Kehoe Author: Seamus Kavanagh Seamus was born, reared and worked as school teacher and Principal in local schools in East Carlow and West Wicklow. Subject The topic of the resource TOM KEHOE Born in eighteen ninety nine In a house in Rathduffmore In your carefree boyhood years Did you ever dream what lay in store? Did you run barefoot through the heather Stretching out to Knocknaskeagh Hear the skylark sing and the curlew cry And watched the hare as it scampered free Did you sit beside a turf fire, Perhaps upon your fathers knee, Where tales were told of men who died So Ireland might be free? You may have climbed the apple tree Picked “frockens” down the lane. And walked the miles to Rathmeigue School Through sunshine, snow and rain. When your school days ended How strange it must have been, To make your life in Dublin A boy of just fourteen Did Mick mac Donnell tell you tales Of Michael Collins and his plan, And did you ever think that someday, You’d be his right hand man? In Easter week when the tricolour flew In the smoke of the city sky, As bullets flew and good men died, Were you afraid to die? In Jacobs in that eventful week You answered Pearse’s call Deep in your heart you must have known The chance of victory was small. At Carriganphuca near Macroom Beneath a September sky Amid a mine’s blast your comrades died And you got time to say goodbye. Did your thoughts then stray, As the good nuns prayed To family ,friends, and school boys days, And places where you played? In a graveyard in Knockananna, Stands a monument proud and grand, Of a young man from our parish, Who gave his life to free our land. May you have found your freedom, Your comrades by your side And though memories fade with passing years, We remember you with pride. Description An account of the resource Tom Kehoe, was born in a house that straddlesd the Carlow-Wicklow border. He became a member of Michael Collins' 'Squad' and was regarded as Collins' right-hand-man. A high-ranking officer of the Free State army, Tom was killed by a booby-trap mine near Macroom, an incident that led to some brutal retaliatory action and more gruesome deaths in 'Cogadh na gCarad', the 'War of the Friends. Carlow East Local Hero Patriotic Hero Social Comment https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/34a311edd91536d06d20ebd12364167a.docx 3a00f1aec4172d0db93d5ec4622edf89 https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/aaeca3e49ba335d4caee33554b4c857e.MP3 ea406ad6e6b199bbc740ec99e1ada8fe 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 Jolly Fox Hunters Author: unknown Melody: The words fit the melody of The Glendalough Saint Subject The topic of the resource This was printed in Wexford in the 1860s; it was given by Paddy Berry to Tony Malone. The piece traces the course of a fox hunt through south Carlow in 1799, while the country was still suffering reprisals after the rebellion of 1798. Sir William Burdett of Garryhill Castle was 3rd Baronet of Dunmore. Description An account of the resource Come boys let us follow the fox No more we’ll be called lazy grunters; We’ll hunt him through mountains and rocks For we are the jolly fox hunters. We’ll rise him at six in the morn; I’ll hold ten to one that we’ll kill him; If Lang gives a blast to his horn We’ll surely all follow Sir William. The last time we met for the chase At Kilcoltrim the ‘Babbies’ assembled; We drew round that beautiful place, Had sly Reynard been there he’d have trembled. The red rogue broke Coolyhune copse: We led off with Bowler and Jolly; We brushed him by hills, dales and rocks And we ran him through hazel and holly. Of the bogs and the breaks we kept clear, But the brooks and the banks disregarded. Dick Lang pushed us on with each cheer: The country all ‘round we’re sure heard it. Poor Reynard he came to disgrace For the ducks and the geese felt his ravage; He ran for his life through each place To the beautiful site of Rocksavage. By the palace of Marley we ran, Ballycrinigan rocks scrambled over; Up by Knockamulgurry each man Went as if he was going to clover. Like aigles we rose on the hill; All Wexford we saw underneath us, But the rogue was in front of us still And we hadn’t a turn to breath us. We ran him towards the Blackstairs Where the best horse in Europe would stumble. Mick Sinnott with Bill Garret’s mare, Like mountebanks down they did tumble. Then he thought to get on to the rocks Which before us rose up like church steeples But we snaffled the wily old fox Or we’d all ha’ gone home limping cripples. Dick lang blew his horn right stout And you’d think we were going to berrin’; The people so crowded about When they heard he was dead as a herrin’. Then like hosiers we footed along, Each sportsman had aired his red jacket; A few of them dropped from the throng But in Myshall they ended the racket. Carlow South Local event Social Comment https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/3b0aca5165e2a02553c2c3c039ba8a97.jpg 5eee92579443791dc97927a83a0e6c54 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 All Lives Matter Author: M. Power Subject The topic of the resource Martin reflects on the sad reality of so many lives in America: where are the ideals of the USA gone to? Carlow West Liberty Power M Social Comment https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/afcc013ea55680eacf72c17425722176.jpg 9abbee688d03c398eba7b69de6109c33 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 Marking Stones Author: Martin Power Subject The topic of the resource Martin reflects on the old and sad practice of burying unbaptised babies in unconsecrated and unmarked graves, a deeply unchristian practice that thankfully is now gone. Carlow West Power M Social Comment https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/1ee8bf7840ae8c5fd46f9ebe545b27ba.jpg e334fe1276ec53968f37c69631ce012b 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 A Walk Along the Border Author: Martin Power Subject The topic of the resource Those who know the area will appreciate the beauty and tranquility that Martin describes in this poem. Carlow West Power M Pride in Place https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/908a7f015d1cc4935a25f98ecf8e6db3.MP3 d94b018f45acfb18857ec4088613f18d 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 Kevin Barry Author: Unknown Singer: Liam Murphy Liam's version of this well known song of Irish Freedom is one of the best Subject The topic of the resource Kevin Barry In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning, High upon the gallows tree Kevin Barry gave his young life For the cause of Liberty. But a lad of eighteen summers Yet no one can deny As he walked to death that morning He proudly held his head on high. Just before he faced the hangman, In his lonely prison cell British soldiers tortured Barry Just because he would not tell The names of his brave companions And other things they wished to know; ‘Turn informer or we’ll kill you’. Kevin Barry answered ‘No’. ‘Shoot me like a soldier, Do not hang me like a dog For I fought to free old Ireland On that still September morn, All around the little bakery Where we fought them hand to hand. Shoot me like a soldier For I fought for Ireland’. Calmly standing to attention While he bade his last farewell To his broken-hearted mother Whose grief no one can tell; For the cause he proudly cherished This sad parting had to be, Then to death walked softly smiling That old Ireland might be free. Another martyr for old Ireland, Another murder for the crown, Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish But can’t keep their spirit down. Lads like Barry are no cowards, From the foe they will not fly; Lads like Barry will free Ireland For her sake they’ll live and die. Carlow County Carlow East Liberty Murphy L Patriotic Hero https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/files/original/4a04babe4167270908b4c830d4387096.MP3 021f87e0456c2823b4ff2854ac2abfce Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource In Winter Dawn Author: Dave Barron Singer: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource The words try to give a modern purpose to the beautiful old air of the Wexford (Enniscorthy) carol. We have turned a deeply spiritual and ancient experience of mid-winter rebirth and renewal into a commercial and selfish practice. We need to reflect and renew our spiritual focus, respect God and Creation, and respect our neighbours all over the world: that is Christ’s the WAY, LOGOS, and the WORD of the LORD. Description An account of the resource In winter dawn in years long gone Our forefathers adored the sun, Druids offered gifts to golden Fionn So crops might grow and male babes come. Then Patrick came and changed our ways; Replaced the gods of older days. He fanned a fire up high on Slane That showed, for evermore, the Way. CHORUS Come to us Lord, this holy night, And help us all to see the Light, To find a right and simple life Free from stress, and strain, and strife. And ever since on Christmas night We celebrate that dawn of Light When God, to guide to what is right, Sent us His Son, the infant Christ. CHORUS But now once more we need God’s help To save us from the gods of wealth. We feast and spend to great excess, Neglecting our poor spirit’s health. CHORUS So every year at Christmas time Let’s celebrate with Bread and Wine To keep God’s Word all white and bright, And light the darkness of our night. Carlow County Religion Social Comment 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/6153ee2410d5d6554fd823571a7b8303.MP3 3f659a554a8256051dd5b2eb46d7e7e8 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 Where Santa lives Author : Dave Barron Singer: Dave Barron Subject The topic of the resource The melody of this carol is taken from a Caitriona O'Leary version of a medieval carol from Wexford: An Angel This Bright Midnight. Description An account of the resource My friends spoke in the schoolyard When we went out to play; The story that I then heard Soon filled me with dismay. I wrote a note to Santa And asked Him to explain. The answer came back quickly And calmed my troubled brain. CHORUS And all who care and love me Were quick to comfort me: Where Santa’s people love and care That’s where Santa will be. My parents then spoke to me And cleared the mystery: Where Santa’s people love and care That’s where Santa will be. CHORUS My Nano* came and kissed me And she explained to me Family Care and family love At Santa’s Christmas tree. CHORUS My Dado** came and hugged me And eased my worries free, Told of Santa long ago And how it used to be. CHORUS So now I know for certain What Santa means to me: Love and Care for everyone And a loving family. CHORUS Nano* = Grandmother Dado** = Grandfather Carlow County Love Social Comment