The Rattlin Bog - The Irish Rovers (w/ Lyrics) @taristeach2

taristeach2 The popular Irish song, The Ratting Bog.

Lyrics:

chorus:
Ho ro the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Ho ro the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

In that bog there was a tree
A rare tree, a rattlin' tree
The tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that tree there was a limb
A rare limb, a rattlin' limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that limb there was a branch
A rare branch, a rattlin' branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that branch there was a twig
A rare twig, a rattlin' twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that twig there was a nest
A rare nest, a rattlin' nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And in that nest there was an egg
A rare egg, a rattlin' egg
The egg in the nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that egg there was a bird
A rare bird, a rattlin' bird
The bird on the egg
The egg in the nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that bird there was a feather
A rare feather, a rattlin' feather
The feather on the bird
The bird on the egg
The egg in the nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that feather there was a flea
A rare flea, a rattlin' flea
The flea in the feather
The feather on the bird
The bird on the egg
The egg in the nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus x4

updated 12 years ago

The Rattlin Bog - The Irish Rovers (w/ Lyrics)

taristeach2 2012-06-10 | The popular Irish song, The Ratting Bog.

Lyrics:

chorus:
Ho ro the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Ho ro the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

In that bog there was a tree
A rare tree, a rattlin' tree
The tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that tree there was a limb
A rare limb, a rattlin' limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that limb there was a branch
A rare branch, a rattlin' branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that branch there was a twig
A rare twig, a rattlin' twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that twig there was a nest
A rare nest, a rattlin' nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And in that nest there was an egg
A rare egg, a rattlin' egg
The egg in the nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that egg there was a bird
A rare bird, a rattlin' bird
The bird on the egg
The egg in the nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that bird there was a feather
A rare feather, a rattlin' feather
The feather on the bird
The bird on the egg
The egg in the nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus

And on that feather there was a flea
A rare flea, a rattlin' flea
The flea in the feather
The feather on the bird
The bird on the egg
The egg in the nest
The nest on the twig
The twig on the branch
The branch on the limb
The limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o

chorus x4

Clannad - Vellum

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Clannad - TransAtlantic

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Clannad - Tobar an tSaoil

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Clannad - A Quiet Town

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Clannad - Setanta

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'Nádúr' (2013)
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Dúlamán - Irish song

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Moya Brennan - Harrys Game & I Will Find You

taristeach2 2012-06-10 | Irish singer Moya Brennan peforms two Clannad classics, 'Theme From Harry's Game' and 'I Will Find You'. She is introduced by Bláthnaid Ní Chofaigh.

How Enya pronounces Gweedore

taristeach2 2012-06-10 | How to say Enya's hometown...Gweedore or Gaoth Dobhair in the Irish language

Agallamh le Kevin Cassidy (Gaoth Dobhair) ag Comórtas Peile na Gaeltachta

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Bua ag Gaoth Dobhair i gComórtas Peile na Gaeltachta 2012

taristeach2 2012-06-08 | Bhí an bua ag Gaoth Dobhair in éadan Cill tSéadhna, Co Mhaigh Eo i gcluiche ceannais Comórtas Peile na Gaeltachta i Machaire Gathlán, Gaoth Dobhair, Tír Chonaill - 4 Meitheamh 2012

Craolta ar TG4 le tráchtaire Mícheál Ó Muircheartaigh.

God Save Ireland - Irish folk song

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Biddy Mulligan - Irish folk song

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Ruby Murray - The Old Lammas Fair

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Ruby Murray - Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ra

taristeach2 2011-10-21 | An Irish lullaby from the album 'Irish and Proud of it'

Ruby Murray - Phil the Fluters Ball

taristeach2 2011-10-21 | From the album 'Irish and Proud Of It'. Written by Percy French.

Lyrics:
Have you heard of Phil the fluter
From the town of Ballymuck
The times was going hard for him
In fact the man was broke
So he sent an invitation
To his neighbours one and all
As how he'd like their company
That evening at a ball

And when writing out
He was careful to suggest to them
That if they found a hat of his
Convenient to the door
The more they put in
Whenever he requested them
The better would the music be
For battering the floor

With a toot on the flute
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh
Hopping in the middle
Like a herrin' on the griddle-oh
Up, down, hands around
And crossing to the wall
Sure hadn't we the gaiety
At Phil the Fluter's ball

There was Mister Denis Doherty
Who kept a running dog
There was little crooked Paddy
From the Tiraloughett bog
There was boys from every barony
And girls from every art
And the beautiful Miss Bradys'
In their private ass and cart

Along with them
Came bouncing Mrs Cafferty
Little Mickey Mulligan
Was also to the fore
Rose, Suzanne and Margaret O'Rafferty
The flower of Tipperary
And the pride of Petravore

With a toot on the flute
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh
Hopping in the middle
Like a herrin' on the griddle-oh
Up, down, hands around
And crossing to the wall
Sure hadn't we the gaiety
At Phil the Fluter's ball

First little Mickey Mulligan
Got up to show them how
And then the widow Cafferty
Steps out and takes her bow
I'll dance you off your legs, says she
As sure as you were born
If you'll only make the piper play
"The Hare was in the Corn"

So Phil plays up
To the best of his ability
The ladies and the gentlemen
Begin to do their share
Faith, then Mick
It's you that has agility
Begob an' Mrs Cafferty
You're leppin' like a hare

With a toot on the flute
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh
Hopping in the middle
Like a herrin' on the griddle-oh
Up, down, hands around
And crossing to the wall
Sure hadn't we the gaiety
At Phil the Fluter's ball

Then Phil the fluter tipped a wink
To little crooked Pat
I think it's nearly time, says he
For passing round the hat
So Paddy passed the caipín round
And looking very cute
Said, you have to pay the piper
When he tootles on the flute

Then all joined in
With the greatest joviality
Coverin' the buckle
And the shuffle and the cut
Jigs were danced
Of the very finest quality
But the widow bate the company
At handlin' the foot

With a toot on the flute
And a twiddle on the fiddle-oh
Hopping in the middle
Like a herrin' on the griddle-oh
Up, down, hands around
And crossing to the wall
Sure hadn't we the gaiety
At Phil the Fluter's ball

Ruby Murray - Trottin to the Fair

taristeach2 2011-10-21 | From the album 'Irish...And Proud Of It'. Written by Alfred Perceval Graves.

Lyrics:

Trotting to the fair
Me and Molly Molony
Seated, I declare
On a single pony

How am I to know
That Molly's safe behind
With our heads in, oh
That awkward, awkward way inclined

By her gentle breathin'
Whispered past my ear
And her white arms wreathin'
Warm around me here

Thus on Dobbin's back
I discoursed the darling
Till upon our track
Leaped a mongrel snarling

"Ah" says Moll "I'm frightened
Frightened that the pony'll start"
And her pretty hands she tightened
Round my happy heart

Till I axed her: "May I
Steal a kiss or so?"
And my Molly's grey eye
Didn't answer no

Ruby Murray - Galway Bay

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Ruby Murray - How Can You Buy Killarney

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Ruby Murray - Danny Boy

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Ruby Murray - When Irish Eyes Are Smiling {with Lyrics}

taristeach2 2011-10-21 | From the album 'Irish...And Proud Of It'. Lyrics:

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sure 'tis like a morn in spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing,
When Irish hearts are happy all the world seems bright and gay,
And When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sure, they steal your heart away.

Ruby Murray - Its a Great Day for the Irish

taristeach2 2011-10-21 | From the album 'Irish...And Proud Of It'

Ruby Murray - Dear Old Donegal

taristeach2 2011-10-21 | From the album 'Irish..And Proud of It'.

Bridie Gallagher | Teddy ONeill

taristeach2 2011-04-20 | Bridie Gallagher, the Girl from Donegal

Irish Language - Discussion on the Late Late Show (Part 2)

taristeach2 2011-03-30 | Discussion about the Irish language on the Late Late Show, RTÉ. With Bláthnaid Ní Chofaigh and Des Bishop.

Bridie Gallagher | Goodbye Johnny Dear

taristeach2 2011-03-30 | Bridie Gallagher, the Girl from Donegal

Lyrics:

Just twenty years ago today, I grasped my mother's hand,
She kissed and blessed her only son, going to a foreign land;
The neighbours took me from her breast and told her I must go,
But I could hear my mother's voice, though her words were sweet and low.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.

I sailed away from Queenstown, that is the cove of Cork,
A very pleasant voyage we had and soon we're in New York;
I'd plenty of friends to meet me there and work I got next day,
But with all the hospitality I could hear my mother say.

Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.

One day a letter came to me, it came from Ireland,
The postmark showed it came from home, it was not my mother's hand;
'Twas father who had wrote to say that she had passed away,
And just as if from Heaven above I could hear my mother say.

Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.

Bridie Gallagher | Two Little Orphans

taristeach2 2011-03-30 | Bride Gallagher, the Girl from Donegal

Irish Language - Discussion on the Late Late Show (Part 1)

taristeach2 2010-09-13 | Part One. Pat Kenny is first joined by comedian Des Bishop, and then is joined by Cillian Fennel and TV presenter Bláthnaid Ní Chofaigh. They discuss the current state of the Irish language. (An Ghaeilge)

From Irish chat show, The Late Late Show. Aired on the 7th of March 2008 on RTÉ One.

Norland Wind - Gleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair

taristeach2 2010-09-07 | Norland Wind - Gleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair

Norland Wind are- Thomas Loefke, Kerstin Blodig, Ian Melrose, Noel Duggan and Pádraig Duggan.

Lyrics:
Céad slán ag sléibhte maorga chondae Dhún na nGall
Agus dhá chéad slán ag an Earagal árd, ina stua(í) os cionn caor 's call
Nuair a ghluais mise thart le loch Dhún Lúich, go ciún sa ghleann ina luí
I mo dhiaidh bhí Gleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair,
is beag nár bhris mo chroí.
Ag taisteal dom amach tríd chnoic Ghleann Domhain, 's an Mhucais ar mo chúl
Ní miste domh 'rá le brón 's le crá, ghur fhreasach a shíl mise súil
Go 'Meiriceá siar, a bhí mo thriall, i bhfad thar an fharraige mhór
D'fhag mé slán ar feadh seal ag Dún na nGall,
's ag Gleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair.
Níorbh é mo mhiansa imeacht ariamh ó mo thír bheag dhílis féin
Ach trom lámh Gall, le cluain 's le feall, a thiomáin mé i gnéill
B'é rún mo chroíse pilleadh arís, nuair a dhéanfainn beagán stór
'S deireadh mo shaoil a chaitheamh lem ghaoil,
fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair.
Slán, slán go fóill a Dhún na nGall, a chondae shéimh gan smál
'S do d'fheara bréa in am an ghá, nár umhlaigh riamh roimh Ghall
Tá áit i mo chroí do gach fear a gach mnaoi, 's gach páiste beag agus mór
Áta beo go buan, gan bhuairt gan ghruaim,
fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair.

Translation:

The Green Glens of Gaoth Dobhair
Farewell to the noble mountains of Donegal
And twice farewell to tall Errigal, arching over rowen and ash tree
When I passed by Dunlewey lake, lying quietly in the glen
Behind me were the green glens of Gaoth Dobhair, and it nearly broke my heart
Travelling through Glendowan's Hills, and Muckish behind me
I don't mind saying with sorrow and grief, that tears fell from my eyes
Westward to America was my journey, far across the wide sea
I said farewell for a while to Donegal, and the green glens of Gaoth Dobhair
I never wanted to leave my own beloved land
But the foreigner's heavy handed deceit and treachery drove me away
It would be my heart's desire to return again, when I should get a little money
To spend the end of my life with my family, 'round the green glens of Gaoth Dobhair
Yet farewell, farewell to Donegal County fine and fair
And to your brave men who in time of need, did not ever cower before the foreigner
There's a place in my heart for each man and woman, each child big and small
Who live in peace, without sorrow or grief, in the green glens of Gaoth Dobhair

Tuilte i nGaoth Dobhair, 2009 (Gweedore floods) Nuacht TG4

taristeach2 2010-07-28 | Na drochthuilte a bhuail paróiste Ghaoth Dobhair ar an 23 Meitheamh 2009. Tuairisc ar Nuacht TG4.

TG4 News report on the terrible floods that hit Gweedore, Co. Donegal on the 23rd of June 2009.

Áine Ní Bhreisleáin reports.

Aisteoirí Ghaoth Dobhair - Nuacht TG4 - Iúil 2010

taristeach2 2010-07-28 | Aisteoirí Ghaoth Dobhair was founded in 1934 to perform plays in the Irish language. As there were not many plays in Irish they wrote and translated plays, one of which was "Charlie's Aunt". A farce in three acts it is regarded quite simply as the greatest farce ever written. Directed by Tomas Mac Giolla Bhrighde, it is guaranteed to have you laughing from beginning to end.

Bunaíodh Aisteoirí Ghaoth Dobhair i 1934 le drámaí Gaeilge a léiriú don phobal. Ní raibh mórán drámaí ar fáil as Gaeilge ag an am, dá bhrí sin rinne siad drámaí a aistriú ó theangacha eile, le cois cinn úra a scríobh. Bhí "Aintín Shéarlais" ar cheann de na haistriúcháin seo. Is dráma grinn trí mhír é agus deirtear gurb é an scigdhráma is fearr dar scríobhadh riamh. Is cinnte go mbeidh sibh ag gáire ó thús deireadh agus sibh ag amharc ar an dráma seo, a rinne Tomás Mac Giolla Bhríghde a stiúradh.

Clannad - Hourglass

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Clannad - In Fortunes Hand

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Clannad - I Will Find You (Official video)

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Clannad & Bruce Hornsby - Something to Believe In

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Clannad - Seanchas

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Lovely Derry on the Banks of the Foyle | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-10 | Bridie Gallagher - Lovely Derry on the Banks of the Foyle

Lyrics

Oh I know a wee spot, 'tis a place of great fame
And it lies to the North, now I'll tell you it's name
'Tis my own little birthplace, and it's on Irish soil
Sure they call it lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle

Now I courted a wee girl, her age was nineteen
She was the fairest colleen that ever you've seen
For her cheeks were like roses and her hair waved in coil
And she came from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle

By those banks I have roamed, in the dear days gone by
With my dear girl I strolled, not a tear, not a sigh
Her fair charms without equal, from the Nore to the Moyle
Oh, sweet maid from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle

But now cruel misfortune drove me from my home
'Twas my fate in deep sorrow to sail o'er the foam
And now from dark strangers, in grief I recoil
While I pine from dear old Derry on the banks of the Foyle

Moonlight on the Shannon | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-09 | Moonlight on the River Shannon - Bridie Gallagher

Irish Jaunting Car | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-09 | The Irish Jaunting Car - Bridie Gallagher, the Girl from Donegal and the First Lady of Irish song

Moonlight in Mayo | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-09 | Moonlight in Mayo - Bridie Gallagher.....the Girl from Donegal and the First Lady of Irish song

Lyrics

Clannad - Buachaill Ón Éirne

taristeach2 2010-05-09 | Clannad - Buachaill Ón Éirne (Boy from the Erne)

Lyrics

Buachaill ón Éirne mé is bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg.
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi, tá mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dá mhéid é, dhá thaobh an ghleanna, is Tír Eoghain,
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaí, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo.

Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag ól le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh.
Má chaill mé mo stór ní dóigh gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is ní mó liom do phóg ná an bhróg atá ar caitheamh le bliain.

A chuisle 's a stór
Ná pós an seanduine liath
Ach pós an fear óg, mo Leo
Mura mairfidh sé ach bliain
Nó beidh tú go fóill
Gan ó nó mac os da chionn
A shilleadh an deor tráthnóna
Nó ar maidin go trom

Translation:

I am a boy from the Erne and I'd coax a nice young girl,
I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself,
I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone,
And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo.

Cow herding, my Leo, I did not never practice,
But playing and drinking with new young women by the mountain.
If I lost my wealth and I don't think I lost my sense,
And your kiss is no more to me than a show worn for a year.

My love and treasure, don't marry the old grey man,
But marry the young man, my Leo, even though he lives but a year,
Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you,
Crying in the afternoon or in the morning hard

Road to Creeslough | Bridie Gallagher

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Girl From Donegal | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-09 | Bridie Gallagher - The Girl from Donegal

Lyrics

Young girls draw near and I'll tell you here,
A story that makes me sad,
Sure hesailed away the other day,
My own true Irish lad
And my heart did ache for his dear sake,
And the tears like rain did fall,
Oh, why did he part and break theheart
Of this girl from Donegal

He was tall and strong, could sing a song
That would delight your heart to hear.
His eyes were bright, his step was light,
And his voice was sweet and clear.
He could handle a spade or court a maid,
The fairest of them all.
Ah, but he was inclined to leave behind
This girl from Donegal.

How I wished in vain he did remain,
But see how he sailed away
To a distant home, far o'er the foam,
In a foreign land to stay.
He would rather have toiled in his own native soil,
But the wages they were too small.
That's why he did part and break the heart
Of this girl from Donegal.

The weather was bad and my love was sad
As he had to sail away.
He left me here to pine and fear,
Till he'd return someday,
But if in time he does not return,
He need not come at all.
Oh, why did he part and break the heart
Of this girl from Donegal

Cuttin the Corn in Creeslough | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-08 | Cutting the Corn in Creeslough - Bridie Gallagher

Lyrics

Dear Danny I'm taking the pen in my hand, to tell you we're just out of sight of the land,in a big Anchor liner we're sailing in style, and we're sailing away from the Emerald Isle.

A strange sort of sigh seems to come from us all, as the waves hit the last bit of old Donegal, sure it's good to be you that is taking your tay (tea), where they're cutting the corn in Creeslough today.

Sure I spoke to the Captain but he won't turn around, and if I swam back I'd be apt to be drowned, so I'll stay where I am for the diet is great, and there's lots of combustibles piled on my plate.

Although it is sumptious sure I'd swap the whole lot, for the old wooden spoon in the stirabout pot, and Katie fornenst me a-wettin' the tay, where they're cuttin' the corn in Creeslough today.

There's a woman on board who knows Katie by sight, and we talked of ould times til they put out the light, I'm to meet the good woman tomorrow on deck, and we'll talk about Katie from here to Quebec.

Sure I know I'm no match for her, no not the least, with her house and two cows and her brother a priest, but the woman declares Kitty's heart's on the say(?) (sea?), while mine's with the reapers around Creeslough today.

Ah goodbye to you Danny there's no more to be said, for I think the salt water's got into my head, and it drips from my eyes when I call to my mind, the friends and the colleen I'm leaving behind.

And Katie herself when she bade me goodbye, had just a slight trace of a tear in her eye, And the break in her voice when she said "you might stay", but please God I'll come back to ould Creeslough today

The Hills of Glenswilly | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-08 | Bridie Gallagher - Hills of Glenswilly

Lyrics

Attention pay, my countrymen, and hear my native news
Although my song is sorrowful, I hope you'll me excuse
I left my peaceful residence a foreign land to see
And I bid farewell to Donegal, likewise to Glenswilly

Some stalwart men around me stood, each comrade loyal and true
And as I grasped each well-known hand to bid a last adieu
I said, My fellow countrymen, I hope you'll soon be free
To raise the flag more proudly o'er the hills of Glenswilly

It is these cruel English laws, they curse our native isle
Must Irishmen always live like slaves or else die in exile?
There's not a man to strike a blow or to keep down tyranny
Since Lord Leitrim like a dog was shot not far from Glenswilly

No more beside the sycamore I'll hear the blackbird sing
No more to meet the blithe cuckoo to welcome back the spring
No more I'll plough your fertile fields, a chuisle geal mo chroídhe
On foreign soil I'm doomed to toil far, far from Glenswilly

God bless you, dark old Donegal, my own dear native land
In dreams I've often seen your hills and your towering mountains grand
But the last three thousand miles of life separates these hills from me
I'm a poor forlorn exile cast far, far from Glenswilly
I'm a poor forlorn exile cast far, far from Glenswilly

Moya Brennan - Cártaí Poist (Part 3)

taristeach2 2010-05-04 | Irish singer Moya Brennan (from Clannad) goes on a mission to recreate old post cards in County Donegal. Moya visits Burtonport, Portnoo, Donegal Town and her hometown of Gweedore..

Moya Brennan - Cártaí Poist (Part 2)

Moya Brennan - Cártaí Poist (Part 1)

If Only We Had Old Ireland Over Here | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-03 | If Only We Had Old Ireland Over Here - Bridie Gallagher, the Girl from Donegal

Noreen Bawn | Bridie Gallagher

taristeach2 2010-05-03 | Bridie Gallagher, the Girl from Donegal - Noreen Bawn

Lyrics

There's a spot in old Tyrconnell
There's a wee house in that glen
Where there dwelt an Irish colleen
Who charmed the hearts of men
She was winsome, hale and hearty
Fair and graceful as the dawn
Neighbours loved the widow's daughter
Happy smiling Noreen Bawn

Then one day there came a letter
With her passage paid to go
To the place where the Missouri
And the Mississippi flow
So she said goodbye top Erin
And next morning at the dawn
That old mother broken hearted
Bid farewell to Noreen Bawn

Weary years that mother waited
Till one evening at her door
Stood a gorgeous looking lady
Awful grand the clothes she wore
Whispering, "Mother don't you know me?
Now I've only got a cold"
Yet those purple spots upon her cheeks
The tragic story told

There's a churchyard in Tyrconnell
Where the blossoms sadly wave
There's a sorrow stricken mother
Weeping o'er that lonely grave
"Poor Noreen" she is calling
"Tis I'm lonesome since you're gone
Twas the shame of emigration
Laid you low my Noreen Bawn"