Boyle Traditional Singers' Circle - Ciorcal Ámhránaíochta Traidisiúnta Mhainistir na Búille

3rd Saturday of every month. Next session: 15th August 2019.

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to the Boyle Singers' circle - Ciorcal Amhránaíochta Mhainistir na Búille

Traditional unaccompanied singing, in English and Irish.

Dodd’s Crescent Bar (back room), The Crescent, Boyle, Co. Roscommon, Ireland.
The third Saturday of every month, all year around, 9.30pm onwards.

All singers and listeners welcome.

February 2013

February began with Breege singing a lovely version of Matt Hyland. I grabbed these lyrics from, I hope they don't mind.

You can find some more information on it online at the English Folkdance and Song Society, the Vaughan Williams Memorial Library , where it has a Roud (index) number, 2880, as there are so many versions of it. Sometimes the title is Matt Ireland, sometimes Matt Highland, and sometimes Matt Hyland.  It's a song that has been collected in Ireland North and South, in England and in the US.


There lived a lord within this land
Who had a fair and lovely daughter
She was courted by a nice young man
Who was a servant to her father
But when her parents came to know
They swore they'd drive him from the island
But this maid she knew that her heart would break
If she should part from young Matt Hyland

Straightway into his room she goes
Into his room him to awaken
Saying, "Arise and go, my own true love
This very night you will be taken
For I have heard my father say
In spite of me he will transport you
So arise and go, my own true love
I wish to God I'd gone before you"

"Ah, must I go," the young man said
"Ah, must I go without my wages
With ne'er a penny in my purse
Just like some poor forlorn stranger?"
"Here's fifty guineas in bright gold
And that's far more than father owes you
So arise and go, my own true love
I wish to God I'd gone before you"

They both sat down upon the bed
Just side by side for one half hour
And ne'er a word did either say
Yet down their cheeks the tears did shower
She's laid her head all on his breast
Round his waist her arms entwined
"No lord or duke or earl I'll wed
I'll wait for you my Young Matt Hyland"

The lord discussed with his daughter dear
One night alone in her bedchamber
Saying, "I'll give you leave to bring him back
Since there are none you style above him"
She wrote a letter then in haste
Still for him her heart entwined
She's brought him back, to the church they went
She's made a lord of young Matt Hyland

sung by Jean Redpath, Frank Harte
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