Boyle Arts Festival - Singers' night
Thursday, 1st August.
FREE Singing Workshop with Róisín White; 7pm-9pm
Singing session 9.30pm onwards
Price:€5
Boyle Singing Circle is delighted to welcome Róisín White to Boyle.
Róisín White is originally from Co. Down. Her style of singing has been variously described as 'punchy', 'jaunty', 'direct', 'no nonsense', 'engaging' and 'seductive'. The majority of her songs (in both English and Irish) are from the northern tradition. She has collected, and made her own, songs sung by many renowned singers including, Len Graham, Paddy Tunney, Robert Cinnamond and her great friend, Sarah Anne O'Neill.
She has two albums to her name: The First Of My Rambles and With Thanks/Le Buíochas.
We look forward to hearing Róisín and all other singers tomorrow night in Dodds.
Fáilte roimh chách.
April 20th 2013 in Boyle
Dark-eyed gypsies, the military, shot dogs and horsemeat, last Saturday in Dodds.
The Bonny Light Horseman, this version I do believe, (Brian Leahy instead of Phil Callery in this 1983 recording).
The blog writer can't be every where and was absent nearer to where Kevin was singing about: Cavan and Thom Moore's Cavan girl. From around the same time as the Scholar or the Train to Sligo - which nobody sang the other night.
But the most important thing ... Brian and Eileen are back!
Gather up for next month, May, and remember the change of date, for the month of May only, the FOURTH Saturday instead of the third.
The Bonny Light Horseman, this version I do believe, (Brian Leahy instead of Phil Callery in this 1983 recording).
The blog writer can't be every where and was absent nearer to where Kevin was singing about: Cavan and Thom Moore's Cavan girl. From around the same time as the Scholar or the Train to Sligo - which nobody sang the other night.
But the most important thing ... Brian and Eileen are back!
Gather up for next month, May, and remember the change of date, for the month of May only, the FOURTH Saturday instead of the third.
Márta 2013
An lá roimh Lá Fhéile Phádraig.
Slua maith ag an seisiún, mar is gnách. Amhráin as Bearla agus as Gaeilge.
Chan Clíona:
Bhíos lá 'le Pádraig, is mé im shuí i dtigh an tábhairne
bhí cuideacht' álainn lem' ais ag ól.
Bhí maighre mánla, na gcuacha mbán ann
A súil mar an áirne, 's a grua mar snó.
Bhí dís deartháir ann, 'na suí ós cionn cláir ann
A thug searc is grá don réalthainn óig:
Fear súiste 's rámhainne, 's máistir scoláirí
A scríobh a lán is a léigh go leor.
... bíonn a rogha ag an mbean, agus is beag rómánsaíocht atá ag baint leis an scéal - piocann sí
"An téigh gur léir leis, chun tís a dhéanamh,
Is é ba mhéin liomsa 'theacht im threo"!
Agus tuige nach mbeadh.
Ar aghaidh linn go lá Valentín. Beidh an lá sin thart, fán am go gcastar ar a chéile sinn arís, ar an 20 Aibreán, ach b'fhéidir go mbeidh an grá seachas an ghruaim san aer?
Slua maith ag an seisiún, mar is gnách. Amhráin as Bearla agus as Gaeilge.
Chan Clíona:
Bhíos lá 'le Pádraig, is mé im shuí i dtigh an tábhairne
bhí cuideacht' álainn lem' ais ag ól.
Bhí maighre mánla, na gcuacha mbán ann
A súil mar an áirne, 's a grua mar snó.
Bhí dís deartháir ann, 'na suí ós cionn cláir ann
A thug searc is grá don réalthainn óig:
Fear súiste 's rámhainne, 's máistir scoláirí
A scríobh a lán is a léigh go leor.
... bíonn a rogha ag an mbean, agus is beag rómánsaíocht atá ag baint leis an scéal - piocann sí
"An téigh gur léir leis, chun tís a dhéanamh,
Is é ba mhéin liomsa 'theacht im threo"!
Agus tuige nach mbeadh.
Ar aghaidh linn go lá Valentín. Beidh an lá sin thart, fán am go gcastar ar a chéile sinn arís, ar an 20 Aibreán, ach b'fhéidir go mbeidh an grá seachas an ghruaim san aer?
February 2013
February began with Breege singing a lovely version of Matt Hyland. I grabbed these lyrics from Mucat.org, 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.
MATT HYLAND
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
@courtship
sung by Jean Redpath, Frank Harte
filename[ MATTHYL
TUNE FILE: MATTHYL
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.
MATT HYLAND
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
@courtship
sung by Jean Redpath, Frank Harte
filename[ MATTHYL
TUNE FILE: MATTHYL
January 2013
A gentle beginning to 2013. Boyle singers in good voice and Clare took up the "Twas in the month of January" challenge beautifully.
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