Music Monday: Celts at Faire

This weekend was my first one back at the Georgia Renaissance Festival (spring) and despite the dust and a slightly skittish wolfhound it was glorious. One more Irish tune to play for this weekend of pipes, drums, and Celtic culture, i nGaeilge of course. It mentions Grace O'Malley! How could I not...enjoy.
Lyrics below.

Oró Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile by Seth Staton Watkins
Óró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró 'sé do bheatha ′bhaile!Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!
Óró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaile!Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!
′Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmharB'é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinnDo dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach!Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh
Óró 'sé do bheatha ′bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaile!Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáileÓglaigh armtha léi mar ghardaGaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh!Cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!
Óró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró 'sé do bheatha ′bhaile!Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
A bhuí le rí na bhfeart go bhfeiceannMuna mbíonn beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtainGráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíochAg fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh
Óró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaile!Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
Óró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaileÓró 'sé do bheatha ′bhaileÓró ′sé do bheatha 'bhaile!Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh

Music Monday: Arís is arís for...reasons.

I'm not going to pretend that y'all don't know what is going on in the world right now. We all do, especially those of us in the US as we watch the juxtaposition of reports out of Iran and its neighbors and the rhetoric coming from the White House. Again and again...and it's only been a year and a half. 

This song is not about that, but it feels like the entire world is crying arís is arís (again and again) every time a new atrocity happens. Also, this past weekend was the 110th anniversary of the Easter Rising, and I would imagine that the ancestors are looking at us in amazement and horror that we have not yet learned those lessons. Cén uair a chríochaíonn sé? (When does it end?)

Hopefully before the Dorchadas, Dorchadas, Dorchadas sa chroí (Darkness, Darkness Darkness in the heart)...

Music Monday: Ruaghéim

I've been listening to a lot of Irish music this spring, and finding that I can pick up more Gaeilge (Irish) that way than I am on Duolingo or by just looking up words and sentences. While waiting for Chasing Abbey to put out Saoirse, I'm sharing a song from the Irish Kings. Enjoy...and ROAR.

Lyrics:

Fair auld pride for the county I
Was called upon to lead
Was born and bred with a braisened head
By a wild Atlantic sea

Through fear we ride and death we stride
And face a life of toil
We're marching on where we belong
On Ireland's rugged soil

So run and power on and power on
And follow me
I'll bring you to the light
In through the fight

As men we live and bleed
So fear be gone and blood be on
Our tweed and garments wore
And men will pray and rue the day
They hear the Irish roar

Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.
(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.
(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)


We are but land and grit and sand
And bog and stone and flame
Our spirits wake through crashing lakes
And songs without a name

From Clare to Down, from hill to town
The bloodline runs afar
And every grave where good men lay
Shall guide us through the dark

So rise and power on and power on
And follow me
I'll lead you through the light, into the fight
As men we shall but lead

Our mothers weep, their sorrows deep
But know the cause is true
For every son that bears a gun
A thousand more will do

Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.
(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.
(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)


Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.
(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.
(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)


(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)


Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.


Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

Ireland
Bleed Ireland
Live Ireland
Breathe Ireland
Lift Ireland
Lead Ireland
Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.


(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)
(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

Music Monday: Féile Éireannach

This weekend was the Irish Fest in Camden, SC. We took Stanley and Willow and had a pretty good if not SUNNY AND HOT good time. Today's music choice is one I was already familiar with and heard played...it's an absolute banger and a sad take on the leftovers after the British ruled Ireland. Éire go deo.