Conference tallis::celt

    
    Sorry, I forgot to mention that you can send these hard copy to:
    
    Lorelei Smith
    MRO1-1/A65
    
    Thanks...
    
    -Lorelei

    I think the song you're talking about is The Valley of Slievenamon.
    Slievenamon is a mountain in Tipperary.  Kevin or myself should
    have a tape of Athenry too.

    Show up at Flemming's on Saturday week, and Paddy will sing it for
    you in person, with harmonies from the balance of Ye-3.
    
                    

    
    
    I'd love to, but I'm afraid I don't know where it is...
    
    Would paddy *REALLY* sing it for me?!?!?
    
    ;-)
    
    -Lorelei

    
    
    I only know the second half  But keVin and Willie know the whole
    thing in the key of C
    
    paddy

    
    If you give me directions, maybe I'll bring along my guitar ;-0!!  
    It's seen the inside of a few pubs in Dublin, the Jolly 
    Beggarman being it's favorite, of course!! ;-)      
                                                   
    
    -Lorelei

                                                         

    
    
    	I actually DID sing that song in a pub in Clearwater Florida
    	a few years ago ...(I'm pretty sure the place is closed now) :-)
    
                                                                    
    	Low, lye, the Fields of Athenry,
    	Where once we watched the small free birds fly,
        Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and song to sing,
    	It's so lonely round the Fields of Athenry
         
    
    
    	keVin
    

    
    
    
    Lorelei,
    
         The Pogues are singing about ye.
    
         I've got the chords for the Fields of Athenry at home.
         I'll try and send it over tomorrow.
    
    Julia
    
    
        

    
    	My lonely prison walls
    	They heard a young girl calling
    	"Michael, they are sending you away!"
    	"For you stole Trevellian's corn
    	 so the young might see the morn."
    	"Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."
    
    	Low lie the fields of Athenry,
    	where once we watched the small free bird fly.
    	Oh, our love was on the wing,
    	we had dreams and songs to sing.
    	It's lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
    
    	My lonely prison walls,
    	they heard a young man calling.
    	"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free!"
    	"against the famine and the crown,
    	 I rebelled.  They ran me down."
    	"Now you must raise our child in dignity."
    
    	Low lie the fields of Athenry,
    	where once we watched the small, free bird fly.
    	Oh, our love was on the wing,
    	we had dreams and songs to sing.
    	It's lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
    
    	My lonely harbour walls,
    	they watched the last star falling,
    	as the prison ship sailed out along the quay.
    	But she'll hope, and watch, and pray
    	for her love, in Botany Bay.
    	It's lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
    
    	Low lie the fields of Athenry,
    	where once we watched the small, free birds fly.
    	Oh, our love was on the wing,
    	we had dreams and songs to sing.
    	It's lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
    
    	So lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
    
    

    	Forgive if the previous has any errors.  'Twas from memory.
    
    	Slievenamon will be more difficult, will post tomorrow maybe.
    
    	McQ
    

RE .9
    
    Bob,
    
    	All correct except the following
    
>            	My lonely prison walls,
    
    should read "By a lonely prison wall"
    
    and

    >    	My lonely harbour walls,

    should read "By a lonely harbour wall"

    	
    	- Rockin Robin..........
    

    
    Liam...
    
    I couldn't get through to you in MAIL (remote node unknown(?)).
    Yes, I'm interested, please include me.
    
    -Lorelei

    I got these words by listening to the live version by the Wolfe
    Tones on _Live_Alive_O_ .  The recording isn't the best, so I guessed
    at a few of the words based on context.  If anyone has corrections,
    feel free to post.
    
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    	Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand
    	and alone here in a crowded hall.
    	The hall, it is gay, and the waves, they are grand.
    	But my heart is not here at all.
    
    	It lies far away, by night and by day,
    	to the times and the joys that are gone.
    	But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met
    	in the valley near Slievenamon.
    
    	Oh, it was no tthe grace of her queenly fare,
    	nor her cheeks of the rose's glow,
    	nor her soft, black eyes, nor her flowing hair,
    	nor was it her lily white brow.
    
    	'Twas the soul of truth, and her melting rue,
    	and her smile like a summer's dawn
    	that stole my heart away, that soft summer's day
    	in the valley near Slievenamon.
    
    	In the festive hall, near the star washed shoal,
    	Oh, peril, my restless spirit cries.
    	My love, oh my love, will I ne'er see you call,
    	and my land will you never apprise?
    
    	By night and by day, I ever, ever pray
    	but, lonely, my life goes on
    	to see our flag unroll, and my true love to enfold,
    	in the valley near Slievenamon.
    
    	In the valley near Slievenamon.
    
    

    
    
    
    	Well done Bob ....             :-)
    
    
    	I could hear ya singin' all the way up here in Merrimack....
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    keVin

    
    	Gee, t'anks very mooch.
    
    	Any more requests?
    
    	McQ
    

    
    Bob,
    
    What a noble effort....Louise Morrissey would be proud of ya....
    ...whisper that to anyone from Galway!
    
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    Lore/Bob,
    
    Will Vaxmail you the <KOMPLETE> version of Slievenamon some time this
    week!
    
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    Lore,Bob
    
    Should KeViN ever promise to sing you "the Fields of @Henry", stand
    well back from the phone! Betcha he"ll break into a rendition of
    "its a long long way from Clare to here " as well.........
    
    Regards,
    
    Se�n...with the � fada from near the "womans mountain" "Slievenamon"...
    
    
    

    
    
    	Se�n:   Who Cahir's   ......   :-)
    
    
    
    
    	keVin