MUSICAL MONDAY: Ireland calling…

ShamrockNever could I have imagined that blogging my Family History, intended only as a legacy to my descendants, would have the added bonus of helping make some wonderful “virtual” friends.  One such person is Angela, whose Blog, “A SILVER VOICE FROM IRELAND”, both entertains and informs.  As I was musing over which tune to share today, the following came as a blessing from Angela via our “conversation” on her recent post “A New Age: Leaving”.

It’s by Liam Clancy, is titled “The Parting Glass”, and Angela tells me it’s usually sang at the end of gatherings, in that beautiful land of Ireland… which I call “My Land”.. 

The Parting Glass

 “Oh all the money that e’er I see
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done

alas, it was to none but me.

And all I’ve done for want of wit
to memory now I can’t recall.

So fill to me the parting glass
good night and joy be with you all.

Oh all the comrades that e’er I had
they are sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
they would wish me one more day to stay.

But since it falls unto my lot
that I should rise and you should not.
I’ll gently rise and softly call
good night and joy be with you all.”

Finally I must share the song which describes perfectly my feeling for that part of the world, my Great Great Grandmother’s Homeland, which deep down in my very soul I truly feel is “My Land”…

Where the River Shannon Flows

There’s a pretty spot in Ireland
I always claim for my land
Where the faeries and the blarney will never ever die
‘Tis the land of the shillaleh
And my heart goes back there daily
To the girl I left behind me when we kissed and said goodbye

Where dear old Shannon’s flowing
Where the three leaf shamrock grows
Where my heart is I am going to my little Irish rose
And the moment that I meet her
With a hug and kiss I’ll greet her
For there’s not a colleen sweeter where the River Shannon flows.

Sure no letter I’ll be mailing
For soon will I be sailing
And I’ll bless the ship that takes me to my dear old Erin’s shore
There I’ll settle down forever
And I’ll leave the old sod never
And I’ll whisper to my sweetheart “Come and take my name as thore

Where dear old Shannon’s flowing
Where the three shamrock grows
Where my heart is I am going to my little Irish rose
And the moment that I meet her
With a hug and kiss I’ll greet her
For there’s not a colleen sweeter where the River Shannon flows.”

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Do drop by Angela’s blog, it’s well worth a visit.
A SILVER VOICE FROM IRELANDhttp://thesilvervoice.wordpress.com/

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

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Photos from a disappearing world: Inis Meáin, August 1942

Thanks to Fin, of the “Irish History Podcast”, for these amazing photographs taken by his grandfather 70 years ago. They’re such treasures.

Photos from a disappearing world: Inis Meáin, August 1942.

To anyone with Irish blood in their Ancestry, or even not, this is a Blog full of interesting and enjoyable information which I highly recommend.

Cheers, Catherine.

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Thanks to Crissouli from the “AS THEY WERE” Blog for passing on this link … also to Clara.

 

Copyright © 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel. Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Famiy