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[DW] Ok, we'll do a set of….
What about flutes again. With Queen of the Rushes and Garret
Barry's. Whistles! We haven't played tin whistles. We're going
to play you a couple o tunes on tin whistles. There's just
so much we can do. The sound of a tin whistle, nice and light
for a change than heavier instruments. We'll play you two
jigs.
What'll we play.
Two jigs, Garret Barry's. We'll play you two
jigs, the Queen of the Rushes and Garret Barry's.
Yes.
[Plays]
[Applause.]
02
We're going to play you two
reels now. The first one's called The Sailor on the Rock.
It's a very old and popular tune, in Ireland. If you ever
find yourself in hostelries or if you are ever on holiday
and you ask the musicians if there's anybody playing a tune
or two, play the Sailor on the Rock, they'll immediately jump
to attention and play the tune one. It's a well known one,
it's well known for the simple reason that it's just a lovely
tune. 'The Sailor on the Rock' followed by another reel, which
will remain nameless--called 'Rakish Paddy.' That's a real
famous one, ye'll know that because if you are familiar with
traditional music I think it's real popular, a popular tune
all over.
[Plays]
[Applause.]
03
Well we'll sing a song now
in Irish Gaelic, we've sung in Scots Gaelic we'd better sing
something in Irish Gaelic. There's a lovely song from Connemara,
the main Irish speaking part of County Galway. The style of
singing is now called Sean-Nos, just means an old style of
singing, but eh a lot of people compare it to Middle Eastern
or even Asian styles of singing. It's quite sort of nasal
voice tone and quite a lot of ornamentation. This is a wonderful
song, it's a religious song, a song sung at Easter, not in
churches but usually in houses. And it's a song about the
Passion. The words are very wonderful. In this Mary is a very
sort of a human figure, she comes along and says 'Peter, Peter
have you seen my son'. Yes I've seen him being tormented by
the soldiers. She comes along to the cross, and she says who
is that fine young man suffering on the tree of passion, and
the voice comes back from the cross saying 'mother mother
don't you recognise your own son' And she was like a mother,
oh she says, your mouth and your nose, your face is all bleeding,
what happened to you, and so on. And ends up at the, it's
quite a long song I'll sing just some of the verses of it.
But eh it ends up with eh, she appeals to the soldiers not
to hurt him and she finally says 'Two Marys (that's Mary Magdalene,
and Mary ?? I think) come along and keen my son with me. And
the voice comes back across saying the women who will keen
me will never be born. So some verses from the keen in a dream,
the lament of the three Marys.
[Sings]
[Applause.]
05
So I think we are going at
this point say goodnight to you and thank you for coming.
It would have been terrible if you weren't here. And I hoped
you enjoyed the music and we hope that you will come again
to future events that Mr Ian Macaulay may well organise. Cause
you can be sure, trust him--he knows what he is doing. No,
thanks to Ian for inviting us, and we really enjoyed playing
and coming to this part of the world which I don't think any
of us has ever been in before. So it was lovely to come along
the coastline there from Inverness and see a bit of the country,
so thanks very much and safe home. And as they say where I
come from, stay between the ditches.
06
[Plays]
[Applause.]
07
Thanks very much. We'll
just play everything over again. You are so nice. We really
enjoyed it. I mean that, we could literally sit and play the
whole lot over again because it's enjoyable to play here.
You seem to like those fast ones, we'll mebbe stick to them.
We'll play a few more reels. And if anybody knows how to dance
a reel, there is room. So if you feel like doing a wee bit
of an exhibition there, you won't bother us at all, just keep
the legs, keep the flying legs clear of the microphone stands
and we'll be alright. We've just got to have a wee bit of
a conference first to find out what… Right we're going
to play three really good hum dingers o reels. The first one's
called 'Lucy Campbell's.' This is a reel which belongs to
the common traditions I have to say of Scotland and Ireland,
it's a tune which ?? in both places. And abroad too, there's
plenty of French Canadian versions of it and everything. We'll
play ye Lucy Campbell's. 'The Tarbolton.' Now the Tarbolton
you see it on the road between Stranraer and Glasgow a place
called Tarbolton. So you can say, you can probably assume
with some accuracy that it probably comes from there originally.
And the third one is called 'The Bucks of Oranmore.' And this,
that's perhaps the tune that would have been, it wasn't regal
enough, it wasn't regal enough or it would have been the Irish
national anthem. It should have been, it's a nicer tune in
fact I have to say. 'The Bucks of Oranmore.' Thanks a million,
thanks again.
[Plays]
08
[Chuddy] What we'll do is
little bits of pieces and then we'll do some together or whatever.
If anyone wants to sing give us a [cannot hear]. This little
song I've found, I don't know if you're watching the Eurovision
song contest, but well done Ireland again. I thought they
were, they seem to have the knack of doing totally different.
Aye, oh its brilliant. They did a rock 'n' roll song, when
everybody else was doing slow ballads because that's what
won years before. Anyway to celebrate we've got a a little
Irish song. 'Bonnie Irish Boy'. It's all about a what was
known as a croppy boy, I'm not very sure what that is actually.
It's an Irish farmer I think or is a place in Ireland where
the guy farms. And when young ladies love the same man.
Bonnie Irish Boy
As I went out one mornin fair all in the bloom
o spring,
I over heard a damsel fair who grievously did sing,
Oh who will wear my ??, they gaed me sore annoyed,
Bonnie who would not let me tarry with my bonnie Irish boy.
Says a mother to her daughter, why do you ??
so low,
To marry a ?? boy around the world to go,
Some noble lord might fancy you with his riches to enjoy,
So do not go yourself away on make believe ??.
Says a daughter to her mother, your talk is
all in vain,
For knights and lords and dukes and earls,
I hold them in disdain,
I'd rather live a humble life, my time I would employ,
To wait and have the ?? by bonnie Irish boy.
Well if I had only married and had gold in store,
It's freely I'd be ?? a boy I knew before,
If duty so entangles me, the truth I'll never deny,
In the arms of my boy ?? boy, I'll mean to live and die.
So fill your glasses to the brim and let the
toast go round,
Here's a health to ?? ?? boy, who ploughs and sows the ground,
For when his work is over, his home he'll go with joy,
And happy is the girl who wins her bonnie Irish boy.
[Applause.]
That was pinched from the Boys o the Lough.
They're a great band for nicking stuff.
10
Here's another one. This
song was written by ?? a few years ago and it's very apt,
in fact even to this day, I was watching the news about the
little girl from Bosnia, who lost most of her family, half
her eye-sight, I think she was about nine years old, in a
fight that was really nothing to do with her. But again I'm
not very sure of the title. 'Last Night I had the Strangest
Dream?' That sounds like a title.
Last night I had the strangest dream, I never
had before,
I dreamt the world had all agreed to put an end to war.
I dreamed there was a mighty ?? and the room was filled with
men,
And the papers they were sighing, said they'd never fight
again.
Last night I had the strangest dream, I never
tellt before,
I dreamt the world had all agreed to put an end to war,
And when the papers were all signed, and a million copies
made,
They all joined hands and bowed their heads and silent prayers
were said.
Last night I had the strangest dream, I never
tellt before,
I dreamt the world had all agreed to put an end to war,
And the people in the streets below were dancing round and
round,
And guns and swords and uniforms lay scattered on the ground,
And the people in the streets below were dancing round and
round,
And guns and swords and uniforms lay scattered on the ground.
Last night I had the strangest dream, I never
telt before,
I dreamt the world had all agreed to put an end to war.
[Applause.]
11
Peter, Mr Hawkey, are you
going to give us a few songs or something?
[PH] Hoi, what do you think o the waistcoat.
The wife bought it and I've got to wear it. Yes I made the
mistake of going out shopping on Friday. I said, I like that
waistcoat, and ?? says, buy it. I will do, she said you'll
never wear it. I said I will. Sorry. That's all I can say,
sorry. Right I'll do a couple of tunes, I'll do the first
two songs that come into my head. What you call practice.
[Plays]
12
[PH] I'm really prepared
tonight. Right eh, what'll I do. I'll do a slow tune called
'Bonnie at Morn,' it's a Northumbrian tune, a Northumbrian
song, all about a lazy bairn who won't get out of bed. We've
been there. It's a tune called 'Bonnie at Morn' with a few
variations.
[Plays]
[Applause.]
13
[PH] Right, I'll do a tune
which I'm, but I'll try it while I'm sober. It's a tune called
'Bill Charlton's Fancy.' It's a Northumbrian pipe tune, it's
a Northumbrian pipe tune so it's supposed to sound like rain
falling on a tin roof, presumably Bill Charlton's roof. It's
called 'Bill Charlton's Fancy.'
[Plays]
[Applause.]
14
[Billy] A Sidney Carter song,
circa 1968? Forgot how it starts now, never mind I'll do that
one afterwards. When I remember how that starts I'll do that
one. This is totally the other end of the scale, it's a Billy
Connolly song. I was thinking of the one that Scott did earlier
on, and I thought a nice one to follow that would be the other
side, about soldiers and what they think about it all. And
this is the story that Billy Connolly wrote about a British
squaddie working over in Ireland.
I'm lying in bed, I'm in room twenty six,
Thinking of things that I've done,
Like drinking wi squaddies, pulling my boots,
Counting the medals I've won.
Well I can put up wi most things I've done in
my life,
I can even put up wi the pain,
Oh the ?? wi the gun in your hands,
When facing a hundred odd weans.
Our sergeant is this the adventure ye meant,
When I put ma name doon on the line,
All your talk of computers, sunshine and skis,
I'm asking you sergeant where's mine.
These hospital wards are all drab lookin joints,
But the ceilin's as much as I've seen,
It could do with a wee bit of paper or paint,
Then again, maybe that's me.
Well I can put up wi most things I've done in
my life,
I can even put up wi the pain,
Oh but what do you do wi a gun in your hands ,
When your facing a hundred odd weans.
Our sergeant is this the adventure ye meant,
When I put ma name doon on the line,
All your talk of computers, and sunshine and skis,
I'm asking you sergeant where's mine,
I'm asking you sergeant where's mine.
[Applause.]
15
I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
I danced in the stars and the moon and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth:
Dance then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
I danced for the scribe and the Pharisee,
They wouldn't dance and they wouldn't follow me,
I danced for fishermen, James and John,
They danced with me and the Dance went on:
Dance then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black,
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back,
I'll live in you if you'll live in me,
I am the Lord of the Dance said he!
Dance then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
Dance then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
[Applause.]
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