A long time ago now, on 22nd June 2005 Ger Wolfe & The New Skylarks bade farewell to the Lobby Bar. The night was recorded and while it is not intended to release the material we thought that our web community might like to hear streaming versions of some of the night. So here is "Victory of Forgiveness" live and unedited from the Lobby. It's as it happened and gives a flavour of the fun on the night. The clip requires realplayer and may take some time to load but we think it's work the wait. Just click on track name to hear the full song.
Victory of Forgiveness
PREVIOUS SHOEBOX ENTRIES
We have emptied out the dusty shoebox except for a few notes on old paper.Soon it will begin to fill with beautiful things again. All we have to do is wait a little bit longer.All will unfold in its time and that won't be a minute too soon.
Seo dhiobh anois a h-eisteórí,amhrán darb ainm Eamon Mágáine, leagan ó Corcaigh.Chualas é sin ó dlúth dhíosca alainn ata le fáil ó áINE MERBHIC.'aN BUACHAILLIN BáN.
Here is a new entry for the shoebox.Its a traditional song in the Irish language.Its a Cork version of a song widely known and sung with versions also in Donegal and the West Waterford Gaeltacht Na Deise. I have learned it from a beautiful collection of songs entitled 'An buachaillín bán' by Aine Merbhic (available from Gael-Linn).Some of ye might have fun learning it.
Eamonn Mhagáine;
Idir Chorcaigh agus Dúbhglais sea do chonac sa mo rúnach
Go hatuirseach tabhartha im choinnimh sa ród
Do labhair sí go tláth liom, lena chómhrá mín mánla
is do chuir sí romham fáilte 'gus na céad míle póg.
Seo litir duit óm athair agus beannachtaí óm mháthairín
le tabhairt anseo id' láthair , a ógánaigh óg
go bhfaighfána táinte agus spré cnoc le háireamh
agus mise mar bharr air sin choíche 's go deo.
Ní ghlacfainnse an táireamh, an tor buí ná an pláta
Ná tusa mar bharr ar , sin choíche 's go deo
Mar go bhfuilimse in áirithe le bliain 's trí ráithe
Le hiníon Sheáin Daibhis ó Chontae Mhuigheo.
Mo chreach is mo sceimhle
An lá a cas orm sa tslí thú, a ógánaigh óig
Sar a mbeadh sé le hinsint, go mbeadh bean eilr ina luí leat,
agus mise ag siúl tíortha gus ná faighinn dul id threo