This is a fine example of Irish unaccompanied singing in English. The singer, Tim Dennehy, is from Kerry but lives in Clare. The track is from his CD 'The Blue Green Door' (www.sceilig.com After Aughrim's great disaster, When our foe in sooth was master, It was you who first plunged in And swam the Shannon's boiling flood, And through Slieveloom's dark passes, When you led your gallowglasses, Although the hungry Saxon wolves were howling for your blood. And as we crossed Tipperary, we rived the Clan O'Leary, And we drove a creach ('pillage', 'rout') before them as their horsemen onward came, With our swords and spears we gored them, As through flood and tide we bore them, Ah, but Seán Ó Duibhir an Ghleanna, you were worsted in the game. It was long, long we kept the hillside, And our couch hard by the rillside With the sturdy knotted oaken boughs our curtain overhead, And the summer sun we laughed at, oh The winter snow we scoffed at, And trusted in our long bright swords to win us daily bread. Till the Dutchman's troops came round us, In fire and sword they bound us, They blazed the woods and mountains till the very clouds were flame, Yet our sharpened swords cut through them, To their very hearts we hewed them, Ah, but Seán Ó Duibhir an Ghleanna, you were worsted in the game. So here's a health to yours and my king, The sovereign of our liking, And to Sarsfield, underneath whose flag we'll cast once more a chance. For the morning dawn will wing us All across the seas <b>...</b>
Tim Kennedy
Seán Ó Duibhir a' Ghleanna
Battle of Aughrim
The Blue Green Door
Canon Patrick Sheehan
William of Orange
Patrick Sarsfield
Irish ballads
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