If you were to walk round about the province you would not see another man of his sort. It is a straight and strong proof that it is no Me I am speaking of him. Since it is many a man in this place that he has done work for ; The swingles and the harrow, and the drag-rake, wheel- barrow, and hand-barrow, The plow that would plow fallows, and turn up the sod. Much more, too, that I cannot think of, he would make without waste, A handle and a footrest for the loy Connacht spade , and with neatness, every kind of thing, He would make cleverly a car and a cart and a coach.
Every thing of the sort, and a coffin for the man of death. An active, nimble, loose-limbed man is he, at a market or a fair. His like there is not in this country, of all that I have yet met ; Small is his respect for housekeeping, but to be spending and earning decently ; Many is the day and the night that I was with him a-drinking. SMllime, f6. T A A 1 b]:oi5]'ea. Because he is sensible, wise, princely, humane, courteous, Luck and prosperity from Christ upon him! My discourse is finished. There is his character put down for you, and I 6.
There happened a great misfortune upon Loch Corrib, in the county Galway, in the year Thirty-one people went aboard of an old boat at Annaghdown, together with sheep and other things, to go td the fair lif Galway. They had about eight miles to go. When they came to within two miles of Galway one of the sheep put its foot through tlie bottom of the boat, and the water began to come in rapidly.
When one of the men who was in the boat saw the water running in, he laid his overcoat on the hole, and bruised his foot down on it. But he did it too strongly, and in place of stopping the hole 'twas what he did— to drive the plank oul of the boat entirely. The boat was filled with water in a moment and went down, and left thirty-one people and ten sheep fighting with the water. They were only a little piece from land, but in spite of this, nineteen persons of them were drowned— young, strong, active people.
All the bodies were found, and taken out of the water, except one. Small wonder that there was grief and piteous crying throughout the country, and people's minds were greatly moved at the misfortune which fell upon them so suddenly, Baftery said that he would leave a remembrance for ever on the story, and he put it into verses.
I got the greater part of these verses from Frank O'Oonor, who heard them from an old woman, who was born in Annaghdown herself, and who well remembered how the misfortune came about, and some more from a blind man near Tuam. Comyn had some of them by heart, too, audi there are some of them in the manuscript in the Academy. I put it together as well as I was able, but it is greatly mixed up, and the order in which I have placed the verses is only conjectural.
One or two of the verses come in twice under a different dress, as different people had them, but I did not like to leave them out. It is certain that it did not come from Eaftery's mouth as it standa noWj but thai it was more neatly shaped : — AnAc-cuAin. X yut. Ace lo. Ann, cigcAcc en fogiiiAi! Yet they sank in the tide, a whole boat's crew 1. Was it not great the wonder, forenent the people.
To see them stretched on the backs of their heads, Screaming and crying that would terrify people. Hair a-dishevelling, and the spoil being divided? There were young boys there on the coming of harvest, Being stretched on the bier and being taken to tlie churchyard, And sure it was the materials for their wedding that served for their wake, And, God of Glory, is it not great the pity 1 It was on Friday you would hear the keening Coming on every side, and the clapping of hands together. And numbers of people, after the night, heavy, weary, overthrown.
With nothing 2 for them to do but to lay-out corpses. God, and Christ, who suffered as an offering 1 , Who hast purchased truly the poor and the naked. To holy Paradise, mayest Thou bring free with Thee Each creature of them who has fallen beneath the lot 3.
But a day so fine as it was, withoul wind, without rain, To sweep away the full of a boat of theml this is what grives us. The men who used to get-ready harrow and plough, Who used to turn-up fallows and scatter seed, And the women according, who would make everything, Who would spin freize and thin linen. Ballyclare was nigh hand. But the luck did not suffer them to go up to it ; Death was so strong that he gave no respite To a single mother's son of all that were ever born. Unless it be a thing that was decreed for them, on this day of their drowning, King of Graces! And the full of the boat of them to go to the bottom.
The boat broke and the people were drowned, The sheep scattered over in the water ; And God, is it not there the great slaughter was made Of eleven men and of eight women. Thomas O'Cahill, you were the great pity 1 ; You would plough the fallow-land and you would scatter seed, And the numbers of boys who used to shake hands nibh you 1 My grief, and you drowned in Annaghdown! John Cosgair Cosgrave you were the great pity That you ever stood in ship or boat, And all the vigorous steps you travelled From London over to Beltra.
When you thought to make a swimming The young women caught hold of you on this side and that, And sure your little-mother thought though a hundred men might be drowned That yourself at least would come home to her safe. There was Mary Ruane there, a bright young-shoot. The sky-like girl that we had in the place ; She dressed herself up, early a- Wednesday, To go to the fair from Knock Delain. She had a coat upon her of choice cloth, A lace cap, and white ribbons, And she has left her little-mother sorrowful, ruined, Shedding the tears again for evfr.
It was no lack oi knowledge that sent them out of their right- direction. But great misfortune that was in Caislean-Nuadh, And the finishing of the song is— that many were drowned, Which has left cause of grief to Annach Doon. My translation of the first verse shows the metre roughly, but without observing the same vowel rhyme all through.
The cuckoo will sing when she scents the Spring And flap with her wing on the trees so high, For its over the lawn of Treean Baun When day does dawn that she loves to fly. I praise its grace and its smiling face. One day in that place were worth a year ; It beats Killarney, though that be charming, All here is garnished with such good cheer.
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Fine racehorses, and steeds in stable, Hunters there, tired-out after their being hunting ; Smooth white oats in a fine wooden manger They have to get, though they should remain for a year. As for the poor, the full of the street of them you would see there every day, Journeying towards the dwelling in which food is divided ; There is lio refusal to be got by any man ever, But a hundred thousand welcomes and something to distribute to him. At Christmas time there he's blossom on the trees growing there, A good return continually, and fruit on the top of boughs ; There is every sort of fineness in it, it were a great presage of health to be there , And any man who would bo a day in it, it were a lengthening to his life.
The wheat is 8o high that it would make a hedge. As white as the bone, and it bursting out from its stalk ; The swan on the swim there, the duck and her brood there, There is water up full there, and it swarming with fishes. Boiled and roast, and cooks moving-about ; There is no failing of any kind in it though you were to remain for ever there, But cellars without doors and drink for the world.
I hare travelled Waterford and the harbours of Kinsale.
Cork of the ships, and westward to Tralee, Bantry and Killarney and the province downward, Till I spent my period in Aran of the Saints. Great he's the talk there about Burkes and Malleys, The people who never set store in gathering goods ; But of all the nobility of Innisfail, and it to be in my hand. There was strength in the Gaels and respect for their history Until the Five of Spades won the game against the Fenians ; Authors say, as is written, that Ireland was never destroyed out and out. C til Cl1e6. Ca bpuil p6. T Anoi -? Cliui i 6.
C6, i-'6. I got the first half of this keene in the stone-cutter's manuscript, and the latter half in the Academy. There were about forty of the Kellys at this time in the county Galway and the county Roscommon who had fine estates and great houses. VViiere are they now? They were destroyed by that "generosity" and open-handed ness that Raftery and the other bards praised so.
There i-i no sun or moon in the air there, And the stars do not light up, Since O'Kelly was stretched in the clay, The gentle,mild man who was courteous. T 'y jac c6im CAt-buAn! Ifil My grief, your swathe to be on tlie ground, O boy, whom hardness never hurt, Wlio used to scatter again all thy hand used to receive, Who used to supply the wandering and the cold. Thou wast the true flower of the blood of the place. And the rider in the midst of the multitude ; In the Sessions House ivho used to speak loud, And bring the man doomed to death out of danger.
There is no fish in flood nor by shore, Nor light in the day as there used to be ; There is no fruit swelling and growing. And to children no breast gives suck. There is no profit at all in the grain, Nor crotal nor blossom on the branch, Sinoe O'Kelly of Treean Baun 3 has depaited. Who used to forgive to numbers their rent. Since he was lost, such a story Has iiot come, of misfortune, in a rush. A Aon-iiiic rhuilie b! A'f c4 [Ann] Sao]! O'Kelly, topmost-tlackberry of the place, To whom numbers used to pay visits. Since the Children of Lir were changed in their swimming By the play of a woman, if true, And since was lost Solomon, son of David, Who used to bind friendship and sense ; Since the Tower was made that was high.
And since Clan Adam were drowned in its track 1 , There was never seen a single horseman in the field Who would beat Leeam at the goal. For all their power and fame, A-hunting in the open field and mountain, They would not put Eeynard in danger 1 Nor find out his badger-hole, without Leeam. X o fgpiob me fiof focAl Ap focAl My grief, the generous prince overthrown 5 , It is he who used to bring from every quarter the branch, And since I have heard tidings of thy death, Sure I think every day longer than a year. There is no hunt from the Shannon to the shore That people would not be talking about Leeam ; The protecting tree of the men of the Land of Fail, It is he who used to scatter publicly the wine.
Kaftery praised greatly a hero called yDonnelan, who fought a pugilistic encounter with a man of the Calanans in the presence of the gentry of the country, some place in the east of Connacht, beside the Shannon, as I heard. I do not know who this O'Donnelan was. There was, however, i great Connacht hero about this time called O'Donnelly, and about him I heard a wonderful story from a man called Maurteen Rua O'Gillarna Forde, in English , who lives near Monivea, in the county Galway.
He called his hero " Donnelly," although ho had no English, and when I said to him that this was an English form, and asked him what was the true Irish name, he said that he thought it was O'Donnell or O'Donnellan. If this is so, perhaps it was the same man about whom Baicery maie tne poem. It has been suggested that Fiadh, "a deer," is a corruption of fo-Dhia, "good God. It will remind us of the story about Macha, Who ran against the horses of Conor MacNessa, King of Ulster, and who kft the wonderful sickness, the " ceasnaidhean," or " childbirth- debility," on the Ultonians.
At the time that Donnelly, the great hero, was as yet unborn, ijis father and mother were nothing but a very poor couple, and had no means of livelihood at all, except their work from day to day. Shawn was the name of his father. He met a gentleman one morning, when the gentleman was going out hunting. He saluted Shawn as he was going out into the yard in the morning. I'll put you" And when they went into the yard she sent word to say that they had turned up 2.
The gentleman went out, riding on his horse, and he asked her was she content to go and run the race. She said she was. They named then the distance that they were to go on the road from their own place, and when they should go that far, they settled that they should turn back again. Ihen they went out on the road, both the horse and the woman, and a blow was struck for them 3 , and they ran together so evenly in the road that 2 Literally: "were on finding," i.
TluAi i cuaoa. When they went on the road as far as they were to go, and w'hen they turned, coming home, the woman was talking to the rider, and he a-coming in the mouth of the road. She kept five yards out from him, and she did not go beyond that from him until she came to within a quarter of a mile of home.
It was what she had, a hundred and forty yards before him, and he rose then in a gallop for the s. And whatever regard the gentleman had before that for Shawn, he had a great regard entirely for him after that, and for the wife also. He said that there was a good breed in them. Then when the child was born he took Shawn's wife and the Aild into the house to himself, for fear they might not get good care. Captain O'Kelly-that was the gentleman's name-kept them for two years in the house with himself.
And when the son was two years of age he let the mother home to her own houses, and he kept the son himself. He gave him schooling and learning, and the son was growing up a fine man, and when he was fifteen years of age he was a choice good scholar. It is what Captain O'Kelly was, a bully, that means a great man of valour, as you would say.
He was bringing the son out with him, teaching him heroism, every evening when he would come homo fr'bd. He was teaching him boxing until he was one and twenty years of age, and he said that he ought to be as strong as himself. One day that they went out on the bare field Captain O'Kelly said to him— that he might put rig5it fear in him— "I'll either kill you now," says he, " or you'll kill me.
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He struck a fist on him then, and he sent the blood out through his nose and through his ears. He gave it up to him then that he was not able for him. Now, at that time, Dublin was never without a fighter who was carrying a belt. He brought him to Dublin, and the fighter who was in Dublin he had an over-rent to get from the city. The fighter met O'Kelly and Donnelly at the door of a house of enter- tainment or some other place, and there was a company of gentle- men talking to one another there, six or seven of them. This fife'hter of the city came past, and he was trying to knock the price of the drink out of them-out of the gentlemen.
TluMp conn6. Uu5 C6. The people told Captain O'Kelly then that this was the bully oi the town, and not to anger him at all, or he might do something out of the way, " If that's the bully of Dublin, it's a poor town that has not some man in it better than he. I liave a gomsha of a young lad here," says he, " and I think he won't stand much talk from that fellow. When the fighter saw Donnelly he paid him no heed ; he t'hought there was nothing in him but a soft person.
Captain O'Kelly gave Donnelly half-a-crown's worth of wine and brandy to drink, and told him to go out. The two fighters came out against one another on the street, and Donnelly struck a fist upon him, but he did not strike the second fist upon him, for the man would not stand for him for the second fist. A5 yo Anoij' 6. They never got respite or. But to out mark out the ground for them : I'audh 2 looked up towards Christ, And he prayed to the King of the Graces. When the story went into action i. To put Gaels tu a battlf, If there were any right to be had.
Pat, -dju]' TlA. And Achilles, who is read of. The man by whom Troy was destroyed ; Xone of them would have brouglit the apple or the branch away From the flower of the blood most powerful. In feats of agility and in leaping, Since he jumped seven times three. On Monday there came tidings To O'Donncllan to get ready. And that if he would not answer the summons His name would be struck down. But the clean drop of the Gael moved in him. And surely he disdained flinching ; He rose of a leap. And it was high his heart bounded.
Ko man there spoke of settlement 1 But to cut the ground for the pair ; And the end of the story was That Oallanan was laid low. From the clean ancestor Gadelus Flowed his stream of blood , and his kindred, Whoever would read Dr. Keating, It is there drawn down. Mac Coin, Mac Ceacht, and Mac Qreine 3 , On the putting of them to death together Blossoms and beauty were exalted At the time their law sway was broken.
To examine closely into the story, Was it not a pity, two sons of the Gael To be put over-against one another To see who would be down? Uieir names mean. No cuckso would speak-out, nor bird ; No herb would grow, nor grass ; No sap would ripen, nor blackberries. Nor fruit upon the bough. Homer, who spoke Greek, And the Pope 1 who put English on him ; If 1 were at all like them I would not think my life long, To be setting down the talk and accomplishments And the flower of the strong blood.
Who would gain victory over hundreds, With strength and with action. If I had goods in this world I would make sport through Ireland ; Thire would be big guns a-blowiing 2 , And bonfires set down. With great merriment at the heart of generosity. Coming freed from the danger of that day, And a thousand glories to Him Who brought you safe home.
Jlaftery could hardly hi-. It is Eaftery, if he were able, Who would praise Paudh through Ireland, But as far inward as it is visible to me, There are his qualities for you set down. Here is a very common song, a dialogue or discourse which Raftery composed, between himself and the whiskey. A6," S. A promise truly do I give to Christ That I shall renounce the drinking of whiskey, And sure the world knows that it is not with liking for it I do be, But with love for the people who are near it.
A nice thing is cattle, good grass, and a holding of land. Wheat and barley to cut ; Meal in the chest, and a fire in the evening. And shelter to offer the traveller 9 ; A shirt and a coat at Mass on Sunday, A hat, and shoes in the fashion, And I think, surely, that that is greatly better Than to be going and drinking whiskey.
It's I, toOj am able to expound it, because I have spent my life with you, Since I was weaned, and I a child ; Sure I have forsaken my people, my kith and kin. And I would not deny you, and follow the advice of the Church. Take your store and your worldly goods, and all that was ever settled upon you. And spend it without resting with the ale-women, Still if you return again, and your purse to be despoiled, They will not give you one drop in the morning.
An ce qiumnigeA. Le cnuAt C6. Luce C6i'6cc' 6. Ho who gathers together hundreds of pounds by hardship i. There will come after him an heir, and a man of heart, who will not refuse To be drinking it beside the fence or the wall 6. Am not I courteous company at a gathering or at a fair For the man who would sit down shyly? People of coughs and phlegm, it is I who could lelieve them. And the hundreds know this already ; Sure the ladies have me, the priests, too, and the clergy, And the masters of learning and of Latin. An c-uisge-beACxi :— t! I]' me bu6. C 00 toA. You have burned my forehead and the tops of my fingers, And on the strings of the violin I cannot lay them ; There is no man in this world wlio would rub too closely against you, But his due will be old clothes and a bad bed!
I am the lad of the goal in every road ; There is never shoemaker nor tailor of all who ever gave a stab of an awl or needle Who would not salute me in the street in the morning. In some scunce or some dike if a man be ever lost Through his being a comrade of yours. The life of the saints tells us that it is a word what Clirist '1 as spoken, That certainly he shall not gain the Hoavens. An neACCAnac. Aii'0-f-ei nii6. Ha was High Sheriff over the unfortunate county in the "Year of the French," and he put duwn his foot on the rising-out so vigorously that he used to have a fresh man hanged almost every day in the square at Castlebar.
The tree on which they used to ba hung if standing there still. They say it was on the same tree he hanged his enemy Fitzgerald. The rope broke, and Fitzgerald fell to the ground. He opened his eyes, looked round Lim, and said " I am saved. It was small wonder that the people detested him. Here is a song that my friend O'Neachtain got from tha mouth of some men in Galway.
I never got it from anyone but him. It was never placed on paoer. That would have been too dangerous. This man said that it was Battery who made it.
Perhaps so, but I doubt it. What matters this game, until the Spaniard comes And Parliament sihall go from under the power of the King ; This is the house-removal in which we shall find satisfaction. We shall have the open land for a small rent. On the coming of the season we shall make a slauf;hter, We shall kill a hundred and two thousand cows ; The booleys cattle-resorts of England shall hear little lowing Coming on the season, if we be alive. The Gaelic shoemakers have leather plenty. Beneath suits of red and lace hats. And the French drum shall be playing with them.
It is told us from the mouth of the author That the sloop whose crew was not baptised shall fire at us, And unless you come for a relief to us in the times of hardship, We are a great pity, beneath the tops of valleys. Johnny Gibbons and our Father Miler Are being protected out upon the hog, Under thirst, under dishonour, under the cold of the night. They have not as much as a drop of drinls or a dram to imbibe.
It was not so they were wont to live , but to have the leaving of leavings, Ai. The world knows that I never killed a sheep In the niglit, and that I never houghed a cow ; If it is fated that the day should prove favourable to ua, That we may yet get satisfaction in this case. We bestow Oaimus on Father Miler, And Ballinweal for his cow ; And we shall never again be banished Without food, without shelter, upon the bog. A5 fo 6. Th C6. TI C '6. X o iii6. There are a hundred men of them put the money together, Who never cut sinew and who never eat meat 1 ; But children of Geoghegan, if ye are still in Ireland, Do not allow the destruction to come to Erris More.
I never found it with any other person except himself. He got it from the mouth of an old man about twenty-five years ago. He says : " This song is made about a false witness which one Waters and one Wakefield gave, with the help of a silly girl, against a priest of this lilace, and the song was called 'The False Witness.
It was said that they did this out of the grudge which they bore the Catholics, and to put an insult on their religion. But after their doing their utmost they were not able to inflict any damage on the good priest. He lived a long time after that, ministering piously and earnestly amongst the people. Za SAmpoti Iaioi]! Ine saints have written for us that there would come an enemy Who would strike a goal-stroke against the Gael ; It is true that John and Martin came, For whom the trump was turned, and the game won. A couple as bad as they are Wakefield and Waters ; Disease and plague upon them!
The congregation is tortured, and numbers talking of it, The disgusting abuse which the head of the ilock received ; But King of the Graces, l y Ihc will of Thy Mother, Give us satisfaction without delay in this case. The woman herself I shall not blame, for whom temptation was in store. For understand that even in Paradise was Eve deceived ; It is greed of money that has wrought this case, And the enmity of Waters to the Clanna Gael. If ci. A good guide of the people is he, according to his reputation, For gold or estate he nerer sold the clergy ; But a death in want, without the Graces, May it strike Waters, who put a lie upon him.
Think upon Judas, how with the pointing of his hand He betrayed the High King — what was the glory to himself 1 Who descended in the night to us in the midst of the stall, And suffered the death of the Cross for everyone of us.
This disparaging is a case that is for us miserable, But it was fated for us through bitter misfortune ; It was laid upon us on account of an apple in Paradise, Shaping death for us, on Eve's account. Peter the Apostle, who denied his Master, He received pardon without delay for his act ; And behold the thief who was placed upon the tree of the passion, How he is in Heaven amongst the saints 1 fin.
AnAice teif. It is more than a hundred, or perhaps than two hundred years old. The "airy tailor" is a proverb in Irish 2 , and in another song a woman says to a tailor :— I do not think it prettier how you cut your clotih Than how you shape your lies. And we saw how Baitery himself said :— shoemaker on a stool, if he were to make only a boot, Young women would like to be near him. Or a tailor on a table and his scissors in oxler, If he only were to cut out a coat or a cape. Tliey say that history comes back again in tlhe same sihape that it was before, and so when Eaftery was living it chanced that another tailor eloped with another wife of another Red- haired Man, as had happened a hundred or two hundred years before, when the song was first made, and Raftery composed a, second song about the matter to the same air as the old song.
I would not have believed that there was reallj a second tailor and a second Red-haired Man's Wife, except that I got the story from my friend, Mr. O'Naughton, as he got it himself from the mouth of a person in Oonnemara. He got the song from Comyn and the part that Comyn had not got, I got from Gflynn. Here is the story which went with the song, just as I got it from Naughton in his own words : — through the bed, thimbles and a' " to the same efifect : — " ThereSs some that are dowie I trow wud be fain To see tlie bit tailor come skippin' agaiji.
The Red-haired Man's house, and the house of the girl's father, were situated close together in the county Mayo. The trade and livelihood that the Red Man had was buying stockings and selling them again, and he succeeded in making considerable riches out of this work, but the girl's father was poor enough. At last the stocking merchant considered that it was time for him to settle down, and he asked his neighbour for his daughter. Patrick's Eve the match was made.
A tailor lived near them. It seems probable that the girl had a greater liking for the tailor than for anyone else, and early enough he was at home, in time to be at the match-making. That raised a doubt in the Red Man, but he never let on that it preyed on him, and the matoh-making was completed.
The week after that the Red Man had some business that was to bring him to Dublin, for it was there he used to take the stockings? He then said to the girl's father that he wanted a skilful man to be along with him to Dublin , and the father said to him to try the tailor. He tried him, but he refused him. Then the girl's father himself asked the tailor to go witii the Bed Man, and he went. They departed together to Dublin. They finished their business together there, and went to sleep at night in the one room. Early in the morning the Bed Man roared out that the tailor had stolen all his money from him in the night, and out with him for the police.
The tailor was seized, but he proved in court that the price he had got for the stockings, and the price of the goods he had bought exactly fitted together, and that there was a wrong done to him. The man of the needle was again taken up, and for this crime he was lent to prison for two years. This preyed so mucli upon the Bed Man that at last he became light-headed and went wild through the country 1 , and for some time before he died 2 he could not recognise any person, nor even his own wife beyond any other woman.
A 'I'e bei-6eA. And without the Red-Man's wife having power to relieye thee! The Day of the Mountain 6 shall come. And tliis story shall be drawn down 7 In the presence of the King, On whose countenance are the lines of blood. The people of ill deeds Shall be being banished to northern hell. And, tailor of the wind i. It is dearly thou sihalt pay for the Red-Man's wife. That is the day of misery, When the dead shall leap from the tomb ; The worms shall have thy body.
And the blush shall forsake thy cheek. Thy transgressions shall be written in thy face Plainly for the crowd to read, And is it not a treacherous tale for thee To elope with the wife of the Red-Man. M-6 re beAn An pijt Uhaij. CA A]! Hi cpeitjptin 6'n f 0. HH fo. With misery at the tale, It is not possible she shall live a year, Going sewing old clothes In every house, with the tailor of the vermin.
There is neither scissors nor tape-measure, Nor thread that he has ever doubled, But it shall be in his presence That day, drawn-up upon the Mountain 4. The curs3 of the Land of Fail 6 at his heels. A]iT t mn gutbAin 3 6 cuaic. Send up a Mass to God, And, until death, lower not thy face iroui prayer , Or the Son of God sliall not assist thee For ever— nor after thy going into the tomb.
Hercules the strong. He was destroyed in fire by a woman ; By Helen was burnt Greece and the men of Troy. By Blanaid was lost The son of Daire and Cuchulain the hardy. When comes a great love, What is likely is that a cold follows after it ; Take henceforth my advice, And pursue not ever the Eed-Man's wife.
C pe6. Samson by a woman Lost his power and his activity and his hair ; And how shouldst thou oome safe, And thou to be going wifeh the wife of the Red-Man. All that descended from Adam 'Shall be that day in the presence of the Lamb, jl And every person for himself. Like a clerk telling his case 4. Unless the Son of God have mercy. It is my grief! Raftery often alludes to this belief. T o bi binjio A]! The means of livelihood that the man had was doing jobs of work-and-attendance round the parish church in Loughroa.
Baftery used often to go to that house where Breedyeen was, an J Breedyetn was a good friend to him always ; she was welcome- giving and generous, and he liked her. But the family with whom Brigit was, was bi-oken up, and after that she went into the house of a minister narnod Medlicott, and she was a servant there. This minister was changed to Killaloe, and he brought Breedyeen with him as housekeeper. When Raftery heard that Breedyeen had left the old place and that she was with the minister, there came grief on liim, for she was just after departing when Raftery reached the town.
He went into a little house that was on the side of the hill to the east of the town, above the loch, and there he lei loose the secret of his heart keening for Brigit, 3S2 " llUi-oip Le bpijit , x 'yM p Leip ad iiniiii coin aji yeAXi m6 i6. She wag always a good Catholic. It is said, moreover, that she was very handsome, and that she was as a great many of such handsome people are unlucky in life. For that reason Eaftery says that he went to the lower regions in search of her, and that it was there he found her at last, until he 'brought her home out of them.
But my friend Martin P. X e, ni.
And, spite of clerics frowning, I'd take you if I found you ; It's I who would go bounding To see again my dear. My heart leapt with trouble, And I frightened nine times. That morning that I heard That you were not to be found before me And all the days with merriment That you and I spent in solitude, Without anyone guarding us But the jug, and it on the table. And I should rather be stretched beside you.
With nothing under us but heath and rushes. Than be listening to the cuckoos Who are moving at the break of day. Seinnpnn ceoL a. So that I might lay my hand on thine thee 1 would play music upon strings With the top of my fingers ; I would forsake all the women of Erin for you, And I would follow you through the ocean 1.
If you were to see the Star of Knowledge 2 And she coming in the mouth of the road, You would say that she was a jewel at a distance Who would lift mist and enohantittent. I am in grief and anguish Since you slipped from me beyond the mearinj;, Though it is long since I got adyice That you would shorten my life. There is never a hill nor mountain ralley, Nor harbour town, in all that country. That I shall not walk if I can, And that I shall not search for my desire. And if I do not find Breed in all that I have nothing to say to her, But to send a blessing and a farewell and a hundred To the blossom of the raspberries.
Waking the Feminists came into being in The rest, as the saying goes, is history, and the effects will be felt in the arts in Ireland for decades to come. As part of its response, the NCH added an all-female piano recital to the programme in a belated attempt to rebalance a festival that already had 11 all-male programmes. And, in September , Composing the Feminists morphed into Sounding the Feminists, which, earlier this year, got its toe securely inside the door of the NCH.
But I think that if you look across genres and you include popular music and you include performers, I think you do see an emerging gender balance that is getting more balanced all the time. Not a promising perspective for anyone interested in the work of dead female composers. She sacrificed composition to performance, to being a mother, and being the breadwinner in the family. She stopped composing in her early 30s. Enniskillen-born Joan Trimble was a regular performer on BBC radio in the middle of the 20th century and, with her sister Valerie, formed one of the best-known piano duos of the time.
French composer Lili Boulanger, a huge talent and the first woman to win the Prix de Rome, suffered from extreme ill health — a compromised immune system — and lived and composed in the sure knowledge that she would die young. She died five months before her 25th birthday. Rebecca Clarke, born in England to a German mother and an American father, became the first female student of Irish composer Charles Villiers Stanford, though it was as a viola player that she chose to make a career. Her best-known works, the Viola Sonata and Piano Trio, have an expressionist urgency, expressed in angular lines in the trio, which whet the appetite for more.
But she, too, effectively gave up composition in the s, when she found herself working as a nanny. The Fidelio Trio has never impressed me in the context of live performance as they have in recordings. Their performances of the first three works were dutiful but rather pallid, the musical equivalent of poorly inflected speech — conscientious, perhaps, but not vitally communicative. Their approach moved onto an altogether higher plane to make the Clarke Trio in all ways the highlight of the evening, a striking work by a composer who, in the context of an anonymous competition, was taken to be either Maurice Ravel or Ernest Bloch.
A Special Report in association with Aiken Promotions. Raftery is an actress' dream role! Wonderfully poetic language that will charm the ears, characters that are masterfully crafted and a story line that weaves one man's life into a masterpiece of mystery, sweet romance, comedy and depth. It is truly Irish storytelling at it's finest. This play captures the musical and moving language of that land with perfection and reverence. It is truly and actor's showcase and a director's dream. On his deathbed, fiddler Kevin Columcille Raftery—better known as Blind Raftery—commands his housekeeper Maudie to hold a wake in his memory for seven days.
And with that, Raftery breathes his last. We flash forward to the seven-year anniversary of his wake.