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Amhrain as Gaeilge
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Leanaigí Fiach go Catharlagh
Author: Dave Barron
Air: Follow Me Up To Carlow
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Leanaigí Fiach go Catharlagh Údar: Dave Barron
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 Gael
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 Gall 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
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Seo leagan Gaeilge de'n amhrán cáiliúla Follow Me Up To Carlow a chum P.J. McCall.
Carlow County
Patriotic Hero
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Traditional Songs, poems, and stories
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The Old Church in Knockananna
Author: Seamus Kavanagh
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Seamus reflects on the centuries of piety that surrounds the old church where he lives
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For two hundred years its stood,
Among the Wicklow hills,
The source of people's hopes,
The cure for many ills.
It was built by Fr Blanchfield,
With faith and a hundred pound,
And it is fitting that there he rests,
Inside the church he found.
The church bell was the clarion call,
Never silent through the years,
The harbinger of happiness
Sometimes the source of tears.
In silence now it stands,
But close your eyes and you will hear,
Carried on the wings of time,
Voices raised in prayer.
Along meandering Mass paths
People came to pray,
It was Faith that gave them strength
And helped them on their way.
It was there to offer solace
To the men of " Ninety Eight"
While prayers were said in Easter Week
For those who met their fate.
It survived man's inhumanity,
The grief of two world wars
And on a July evening,
Saw man walk among the stars.
But its doors they remain closed now,
Locking in the memories there,
Of those who knelt throughout the years,
And talked to the Lord in prayer.
Though they are long gone now,
They haven't gone too far,
For they've found rest and sleep in peace,
'Neath a headstone in the yard.
Carlow East
Pride in Place
Religion
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Traditional Songs, poems, and stories
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The Hanging of a Carlow Boy
Author : Unknown
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The song uses the melody of the well-known 'Croppy Boy' but it is localised to south Carlow, home of the feared Myshall Militia
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Early, early last Thursday night
The Myshall cavalry gave me a fright:
In my misfortune and sad downfall
I was prisoner taken by Cornwall.
In his guardhouse there I was tried
And in his parlour my sentence tried’
My sentence passed and passed very low,
Unto Duncannon I was obliged to go.
As I was going up the mountain high
Who would blame me then for to cry?
I looked behind me, then before,
And my tender parents saw and then ne’er saw more.
When my poor parents did hear the news
They followed me with money and clothes;
Five hundred guineas they would lay down
To let me walk upon sweet Irish ground.
They guarded me through Borris town,
The bloody Orangemen did me surround.
The captain told me he’d let me free
If I would bring him one, two or three.
‘I’d rather die or be nailed to a tree
Than traitor turn to my country.
In Duncannon ‘twas my lot to die,
And in Duncannon does my body lie
And every one that does pass by prays
’ The Lord have mercy on the Roman boy.’
Carlow South
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Traditional Songs, poems, and stories
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The Battle of Carlow
Author: Bill Nolan, Ballon
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Bill looks back at the dreadful massacre in Carlow town on that fateful morning in 1798 and recognises the result of the sacrifices.
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‘Tis the dewy hour of sunrise
In the glorious month of May
And the heated mist presages
Summer’s splendour thro’ the day.
Muffled, stealthy in the silence
Sounds the noise of tramping feet:
Men whose sons are free come marching
Up the narrow, gloomy street.
Do they think “What’s now the issue
Of this long-awaited day?”
Oh, the agonised emotions
Of that hour before the tea.
“Do the red-coats know we’re coming?
Are the yeomen still asleep?
All depends upon our silence
And the vigilance they keep”.
But the traitor is before them
And the swords already drawn,
And the peals of musket-thunder
Echo thro’ the reddening dawn.
Vain their rally soon ‘tis over;
In their hundreds, brave they die,
And the cabins where they shelter
Soon in blazing ruins lie.
Talk not of their dismal failure,
Mock not at their courage vain,
For today we reap the harvest
Which they sowed that here were slain.
Tales of causes lost blaze brightest
When the battle’s bravely fought;
Freedom’s jewel’s more precious
When with blood ‘tis dearly bought.
Local event
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New Songs written to old Celtic Melodies
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A Civil War Lament
Author: Tom Williams, Taghmon
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The meadow grass has not been mown and the headland’s overgrown
And from the woods of Gurteencrin the pheasant cock has lately flown.
The soft red apples lie despoiled, on my mother’s orchard ground,
And Autumn’s sun, its short day done, casts shadows all around.
The old folk tend the pastures now for the young men have all gone
To fight with grief for their belief, ‘twas a bitter feud and long;
My brother, with his Thompson gun, faced me across the moor
And against God’s will, I shot to kill, my sorrow will endure.
The crossroads where the dancing feet sent echoes down the lane
Are empty now, and many a brow is creased with grief and pain.
Oh, who will cross the wide divide, and take my brother’s hand?
Oh, who was with him when he died near Slaney’s shifting sand?
How can we heal the broken rifts that separate us now,
For friend fought friend until the end, can we smile again, and how
Can hate and fear of yesteryear diminish in our minds?
Oh, the Civil War was a cruel war to break the ties that bind.
But the ash tree lives, and its seedlings give a hope to boy and man,
And the GAA once more held sway in the fields where the hurlers ran;
And the verdant spring a hope did bring, and the fields were tilled again,
And the carefree sounds from the sporting grounds came echoing down the lane.
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The song was passed from the Wexford singer, Paddy Berry, to Tony Malone
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Traditional Songs, poems, and stories
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The Village of My Youth
Author: Seamus Kavanagh
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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.
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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
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Traditional Songs, poems, and stories
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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.
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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.
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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
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Traditional Songs, poems, and stories
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The Jolly Fox Hunters
Author: unknown
Melody: The words fit the melody of The Glendalough Saint
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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.
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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
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Traditional Songs, poems, and stories
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All Lives Matter
Author: M. Power
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Martin reflects on the sad reality of so many lives in America: where are the ideals of the USA gone to?
Carlow West
Power M
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Traditional Songs, poems, and stories
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Marking Stones
Author: Martin Power
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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
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