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The Wedding Above In Glencree

by Daoiri Farrell

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    Ten track CD in a fully cardboard four-sided pack with eight page booklet, including full lyrics and credits, with beautiful original artwork by Irish artist Caitriona Sweeney.

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    Ten track CD in a fully cardboard four-sided pack with eight page booklet, including full lyrics and credits, with beautiful original artwork by Irish artist Caitriona Sweeney. These are copies signed personally by Daoirí, limited to 100 copies only.

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1.
01 Come all you warriors and loyal nobles Give ear onto my warlike theme And I’ll relate how brave Father Murphy Has lately roused from his sleepy dream Not Julius Caesar or Alexander Or the great King Arthur ever equalled him For armies formidable he did conquer Though with two pikeman he did begin 02 Camolin cavalry he did unhorse them Their first lieutenant he did cut him down With broken ranks and with shattered columns He soon returned to Camolin town And at the hill of Oulart he displayed his valor Where one hundred Cork men lay on the plain At Enniscorthy his sword he wielded And I hope to see him once more again 03 When Enniscorthy became subject to him It was next to Wexford he did march his men And there on the Three Rocks set up their quarters Waiting for the daylight the town to win But the loyal townsmen gave their assistance Oh we’ll die or conquer was the words they said And the yeomen cavalry gave no resistance For on the pavement their bodies lay 04 With drums a-beating the town did echo And acclamation came from door to door On the Windmill Hill we set up our camp there And we drank like heroes but paid no score To Carraig Rua for some time we waited Then next to Gorey we did repair at Tubberneering we thought it no harm But the bloody army was waiting there 05 And the issue of it was a close engagement And on those soldiers we played warlike pranks All through the sheep walks and the shady thickets There were mangled bodies and broken ranks And the shuddering cavalry I’ll ne’er forget it How we raised the brushes on their helmets straight They turned about and made for Dublin As though they ran for a ten pound plate 06 Some left through Donnybrook And some through Blackrock And some up Shankhill without wound nor flaw And if Barry Lawless hadn’t been a liar There were more went scattering over Luggala To the Windmill Hill of Enniscorthy Those British fencibles they ran like deer Their troops were scattered and sorely battered By the loss of Kyan and his Shelmaliers 07 The streets of England they were left quite naked Of all its armies both foot and horse And the Highlands of Scotland they were left unguarded Likewise the Hessians and the seas they crossed But if the Frenchmen had reinforced us And landed transports at Baginbun Father John Murphy would have been our seconder And sixteen thousand with him would have run Success attend ye sweet County Wexford Who threw off the yoke and to battle ran Let no man think we gave up our arms For every man still has his pike and gun.
2.
01 One starry night as I lay dreaming One starry night as I lay in my bed I dreamed I heard carriage wheels creaking And when I awoke love I’d found you’d fled 02 I searched the highways likewise the byways I searched the boreens the camping places too And I’ll enquire at every station Have they tide or tidings my love of you 03 For its many’s the mile love with you I travelled Oh many’s the hour love with you I spent I dreamed you were my true love forever Ah now I find love you were only lent 04 For I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober A constant rover from town to town And when I’m dead and my story’s over Oh Molly Bán a-stóirín come lay me down 05 Oh one starry night as I lay dreaming One starry night as I lay in my bed I dreamed I heard carriage wheels a-creaking And when I awoke love I found you fled 06 I searched the highways likewise the byways I searched the boreens the camping places too And I’ll inquire at every station Have they tide or tidings my love of you.
3.
01 Sonny lives on a farm in a wide open space Take off your sneakers and stay out of the race And lay down your head by that sweet river bed Sonny always remembers the words mama said Chorus Sonny don’t go away I’m here all alone Your daddy’s a sailor and he never comes home And nights are so long and silence goes on And I’m feeling so tired and not all that strong 02 Oh Sonny works the farm though he’s barely a man And there ain’t that much to do but he does what he can And he watches the sea from his room on the stairs And the waves keep on rolling They’ve done that for years 03 Well it’s one hundred miles to town Sonny’s never been there So he goes to the highway and he stands and he stares And the mail comes at four but the mailman is old Oh but still he dreams his dreams full of silver and gold Chorus 04 Sonny‘s dreams can’t be real they’re just stories he’s read Stars in his eyes oh and dreams in his head And he’s hungry inside for that wide world outside I know I can’t hold him I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried.
4.
01 Oh Sullivan’s John to the road you’ve gone Far away from your native home And you’ve gone with a tinker’s daughter Far along the road to roam Ah Sullivan’s John you won’t stick it long ‘til your belly will soon be slack And you’ll be going the road with a mighty load And a toolbox on your back 02 I met Katie Coffey with her neat baby All along on her back strapped on She’d an old ash plant held up in her fist For to drive the old donkey on Oh enquiring at every farmer’s house As along the road she passed Ah where would she get an old pot to mend Or where would she find an ass Chorus 03 There’s a hairy ass fair in the County Clare In a place they call Spancil Hill Where my brother James got a rap of the hames While poor Paddy he tried to kill Ah they loaded him up on an ould horse and cart As along the road to go Oh bad luck to the day that he went away To join with the tinker band Chorus
5.
01 As I went a walking one morning in May To view yon green valleys and meadows so gay I was thinking on the flowers a-doomed to decay That bloom all round ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes 02 Oh me name is James MacGarvey and I’ll have you understand I come from Derryganard and I own a farm of land But those rents they are getting higher and I can no longer pay So farewell unto ye bonny bonny Slieve Gallion Braes 03 Well it’s oft in the morning with my dog and gun I ramble the valley for sport and for fun But those days they are now over and I am far away So farewell unto ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes 04 It’s oft in the evening when the sun is in the west I walk hand-in-hand with the girl I love the best But those days of youth they have vanished and now I’m far away So farewell unto ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes 05 Well it’s not for the want of employment abroad That causes us exiles to ramble from our home But those terrorising landlords they will not let me stay So farewell unto ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes 06 Farewell to old Ireland that land so green And to the town of Lissan and the cross of Ballinascreen May God’s blessing shine upon you when I am far away And farewell unto ye bonnie bonnie Slieve Gallion Braes
6.
Young Emmet 02:43
01 In Green Street Courthouse in eighteen and three Stood young Emmet the hero true and brave For fighting the tyrant his country to free And tear from her brow the bonds of slavery Chorus There are still men in Ireland who are loyal and true Who remember their patriots with pride And with God’s help young Emmet We’ll soon give to you The epitaph unwritten since you died 02 Well alone and defiant he stood in the dock While Lord Norbury the hanging judge looked down All against his false charges as firm as a rock Oh another Irish martyr to the crown Chorus 03 Oh the verdict was guilty the sentence was death And in Thomas Street the tyrant’s work was done Oh but young Emmet smiled as he drew on his last breath For he knew the fight for freedom would be won Chorus
7.
01 Oh back in the days of the great King O’Toole On the high Wicklow Mountains while mitching from school There is not on record a more glorious spree Than was held on last Michaelmas, above in Glencree T’was the wedding of Larry McGrain sir He got buckled to Judy McShane sir From Montpellier to Petticoat Lane sir There were grub-hunters up in Glencree 02 The bridegroom came riding horseback on a mule Brought Fagan the fiddler with him from Rathcoole Dinny Murphy the piper was ne’er to be found Tim Moloney’s jackass was released from the pound There was a messenger one Humpy Backed Casey Who was deaf dumb blind bothered and lazy Then the night it drew dark wet and hazy We all sniffed our way back to Glencree 03 T’would be a terrible job for to name all was there As to name the pick-pockets in Donnybrook Fair But seen as they’re strangers to both me and you For fear you’d be jealous, I’ll name but a few There was a miner one Mickey Malone sir Kept a thundering great mind of his own sir It was made up of lovely free stone sir From the diggings above in Glencree. 04 There was the village schoolmaster one Snuffy Bob Mack Four and twenty stone cutters from sweet Ballybrack And Mickey McLoughlin came o’er from Lough Bray He kept a neat shebeen for selling goats’ whey There was a thundering great gang of the Rooneys And the Kellys came in with the Cooneys Then the Mulligans came in with the Mooneys For the wedding above in Glencree 05 Oh you’d be anxious to know how we faired out for grub We had lashings of beef that was reared on the bog And the mutton was found before it was lost By some of the go-boys o’er the Herring Brook crossed Then his highness the public recorder He gave some of the go-boys the order Leave of absence to head o’er the border For a seven year trip to Glencree 06 Well we killed an ould pig we found dead in a ditch And each of the company took a whole flitch We had thundering lumpers of mealy baked bread And mock turtle soup that was made from pig’s head We had dumplings and buttermilk buns sir And the cabbage it came out there in tons sir Oh we ate it and surely did hum sir In the meadows surrounding Glencree 07 Well as soon as the boys had demolished the grub As a matter of course the next thing was the grog And the skelteen was mixed in Peg Donohughe’s churn And each in rotation was passed round in turn The first toast was to bridegroom and bride sir And the terrible downfall of the tithes sir And the flower of sweet Erin’s pride sir And the Murphys that live in Glencree 08 Oh who chanced to walk in when the dancing began Was rowdy Tim Ryan the tax collector’s man And when the boys saw him the word it went round It was him put Moloney’s jackass in the pound As he was going through a three-handed reel sir He took a south western clout from Sam Shiels sir And it knocked him right head over heels sir Put a stop to his dance in Glencree 09 Oh mile murder he cried you near killed me stone dead And we laid him outside on a nice feather bed And myself and Kate Kenny, a friend of the bride Danced jigs there ‘fore next the poor buck ‘til he died Well the dancing it lasted all day sir And as we were going away sir Well we swore we’d be back twice as gay sir For the christening above in Glencree.
8.
01 Ah me usual occupation is to mould and temper clay Last year I turned to betting and I found it wouldn’t pay I ran me dog in Wexford Park and I ran him in Ballystraw In the latter place he lost the race for he stopped to lick his paw I ran him in Kilkenny and I ran him in Tralee I ran him in Enniscorty and again in Carbury He won a race in Thurles and he lost one in Athlone He’d have ran away with the race that day though he stopped to lick a bone Chorus Bad luck to gambling I’m in an awful fix And out of four pound six and eight pence all I have is one and six We‘ll go in to Shea’s or Kenny’s and we’ll drink a glass of grog And we’ll go home by Dunbrody singing Murphy’s running dog 02 I ran me dog in Liverpool and I ran him in Listowel In the Edenderry Mill Stakes sure he came home in a stroll Oh and on Roscommon’s clotty sod no winning form he found For those western dogs had cut out clogs and they ran him in the ground Oh I ran me dog in Dublin on the 23rd of June And as I brought him to the slip he licked the magic spoon Not even Johnson’s motor car could pass him out that day And we drank fifty pints of Guinness stout before we went away Chorus 03 Oh you’ll hear him yell a mile away when he is in the slips And when the hare he sees he’ll shake his knees and then he’ll smack his lips Oh I think Campile’s about a mile and if my dog don’t lose Well it’s off we’ll start to Matty Harte’s where we’ll go on the booze And we’ll ask for two half barrels to be tapped upon the bridge And there upon the wall we’ll drink it all from there we will not budge And we’ll drink a praise to Wexford’s craze of Cherry’s beer and grog And we’ll drown all cares I do declare with Murphy’s running dog Chorus 04 Andy Barton’s Biddy The Nailer, it’s manys the race he’s ran And on the wet North Slob so help me Bob t’was there my dog first won And when Mr. Bob yolked up his car home from Wexford he did jog Oh well every hare I do declare was picked up by my dog Now I hope you’re not offended by these few lines written here I hope to see the old committee and the stewards do well next year Bring your true love to Kilmarnock boys and if my greyhound wins Well we’ll dance all night ‘til the broad daylight in Costello’s of Saltmills Chorus
9.
01 Oh backwards and forwards I am reeling in tight And it was some spree that I’d been at last night I’ve been to McCarthy’s with Patsy O’Maher And we drank the black bottle from under the bar And we drank and we drank boys we banished all care And we gave not a thought to foul weather nor fair And now on the floor I am curled up in a heap Biddy leave me to sleep Biddy leave me to sleep Chorus For I’m clasped to a pig in a loving embrace And the hairs of his curly tail are tickling my face There’s no use in telling me sober to keep Biddy leave me to sleep Biddy leave me to sleep 02 Oh well over my head in the days that are gone Well gaily I flurried my knotty black thorn And if I but only had it tonight Well maybe I would not be offered a fight Oh and if Pat Murphy I chances to meet It’s an elegant ruckshee that we’ll have in the street And he’ll soon be glad in his ott holt to creep Biddy leave me to sleep Biddy leave me to sleep Chorus 03 Oh drop down by the pig here and share his embrace And let my red whiskers lie close to your face This créatúir won’t hurt you he’ll do you no harm Drop down here Biddy and keep my back warm And squeeze up beside me as you’ve oft done before I’ll sing you to sleep with the sounds of my snore The rats and the mice all around us will creep Biddy leave me to sleep Biddy leave me to sleep Chorus
10.
01 As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I There armed lines of marching men in squadrons they passed me by No fife did hum no battle drum did sound its lowly tattoo But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell it rang out in the foggy dew 02 And right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out the flag of war It was better to die beneath an Irish sky than in Sulva or Sedd el Bahr And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came marching through And Britannia’s huns with their long range guns sailed into the foggy dew 03 Well the night drew black and the rifle crack made perfidious Albion reel Through the laden rain seven tongues of flame they rang out over lines of steel And on to every blade a prayer I’d said that to Ireland her young men be true Oh and when morning broke well the war flag shook out its folds all in the foggy dew 04 It was England that bade our wild geese go so small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves on the fringes of the grey north sea But had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Bruagh Well their names we’d keep where The Fenians sleep under the shroud of the foggy dew 05 Well the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and free For those men who died on that Eastertide at the spring time of the year And as the world did gaze in grief and amaze at those gallant men but few Who bore the fight so that freedom’s light might shine in through the foggy dew 06 Then back o’er the glen I rode again and my heart with grief it was sore For I parted then with gallant men that I never would see no more And to and fro in my dream I’ll go I’ll kneel and I’ll say a prayer for you Oh slavery fled ye gallant dead when you fell in the foggy dew Oh slavery fled ye gallant dead when you died in the foggy dew

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The fourth solo album from Dublin’s multi-BBC Radio 2 Folk Award winner Daoirí Farrell, in his own words, ‘combines the rawness of my first album, the impact of my second album and the beauty of my third album.’ The culmination of those three albums and over a decade of recording and touring, ‘The Wedding Above In Glencree’ is a landmark album for Daoirí Farrell. Crafted and honed over two and a half years, it is the work of a mature artist who has succeeded in taking on the challenge of recording a completely acoustic album that heads deep into the heart of the songs.

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released February 24, 2023

Daoirí is joined on the album by a stellar cast of musicians that includes Manus Lunny (guitar, bouzouki and bass bouzouki), Paddy Kiernan (5-string banjo), Mark Redmond (uilleann pipes and whistles), Pat Daly (fiddle and harmonium), Trevor Hutchinson (upright bass), Robbie Walsh (hand pan and bodhran), Alan Doherty (whistles), Geoff Kinsella (tenor banjo)and a special guest appearance on ‘Sonny’s Dream’ by internationally renowned bluegrass dobro player, Jerry Douglas.

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Daoiri Farrell Dublin, Ireland

It’s commonly accepted that Dublin-born singer and bouzouki player Daoirí Farrell is one of most important singers to come out of Ireland in recent years. A product of Dublin’s famous club An Góilin Traditional Singers, since launching his own solo live career at the 2016 Celtic Connections, Daoirí has gone from strength to strength seeing him tour and play festival stages across the world. ... more

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