Ar An mBóthar le Mavis agus Marge
Written and Illustrated by Niamh Sharkey
Translated and read by Gabriel Rosenstock
Published by Walker Éireann


Ar An mBothar le Mavis agus Marge - Walker Eireann

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An Garbhán á léamh ag Gabriel Rosenstock

Scéalaí: Gabriel Rosenstock

Bhí cat ag an gCailleach - Cailleach an hata - Ní srón a bhí uirthi ach saghas éigin fata! Bhí an cat ag crónán is ag gáire go baoth. Seo chugainn ar an scuab iad ag teacht ar an ngaoth!

Scuabtha Chun Siúil

Scéalaí: Gabriel Rosenstock
Ba bhreá leis suí ar an gcarraig gach lá is é ag féachaint amach ar na longa sa bhá. "Ba dheas liom taisteal i bhfad is i gcéin An tSín, an tSeapáin nó an Afraic féin! Sea," arsa Subh, 'nár bhreá lem'chroí bheith thall in Albain nó in Tennessee!

An Seilide Agus An Míol Mór

Here is a cover of a song by our friend Bernadette Ulla (https://soundcloud.com/unbeknownst-bernadette_ulla) with Sara Belle (https://soundcloud.com/saara_music) on bass guitar and Mairéad McDaid singing.  You can just blame it on another man.

Recorded and mixed by Third Uncle.  Mastered by John Flynn (https://soundcloud.com/balancemastering).

Strange Woman

These tracks are from cassette tapes recorded by Willy at home in the 1980s. They are published with his kind permission so that others will sing them and share them.

Lord Courtown

Oh how happy our countrymen when seasons do come on,
To hear the lark and linnet melodiously sing songs.
Likewise the thrush in every bush, its melting notes do ring
To welcome home Lord Courtown in the day approaching spring.

The trees grow tall and handsome, the leaves with honey droop
And underneath the swan does swim with his long neck and stoops.
Likewise the common angler with his long line and hook
To convey the trout and salmon out of the charming brook.

This lord he built a castle at the rising of yon hill.
The works of it were marvelled on with artifice and skill.
There's no sort of stroke work with it could e'er be equalised
It's embellished with green ivy that never fades or dies.

This lord he sank a river more plainly to be seen,
He sank it to a certain depth - full fifteen feet run clean.
The straits of Gibraltar could ne'er so rapid roar
The straits of Ounavarra joins to the Courtown shore.

One day I was a-musing on this sweet Courtown bank,
The sun shone bright and clearly where kind Neptune played some prank
Till at length I spied the most charming maid most charming to be seen,
In her figure she came bidding down; her measure maids wore green.

There was Flora at the helm, Aurora to the stern
All her gallant fine seamen her course for to steer on.
I being so much delighted in her sails all o'er
I thought myself in paradise down by the Courtown shore.

I had been in New Zealand and likewise in Peru
And many other ancient places my eyes have took a view
But such places as Courtown my eyes did ne'er behold
And it far ourshines proud Mexico where her banks are lined with gold. 


Radio Na Life - 9thAug'04 - Cuid #2

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