7th March 2019

Howth Singing Circle – March Session

Featuring Our Young Singer/Musician in Residence

 

Cathal Caulfield

Cathal at Howth Burns Nicht 2019

 

Thursday, 7 March

at 9pm, Abbey Tavern

 

All welcome – musicians, singers and listeners

 

‘Old friends they flanked you side by side / And the tears they shed were tears of pride
An ash tree toppled when you died / And scattered seeds at random.’

February 2019

Our next monthly session is on

Thursday 7 February, in

the Abbey Tavern at 9pm

Special Guest Eibhlís Ní Ríordáin

Mna an Tí: Brenda O’Riordan and Ann Riordan

Howth Burns Nicht & Sweet Nightingale


A chairde

Yet another reminder that Howth Burns Nicht 2019 is virtually sold out – to avoid disappointment please secure your tickets.

We have three events on the Burns weekend

– Saturday, 2 February, 11.30-1 a Workshop with Shona Donaldson Anderson, 10 euro – those attending Workshop and Burns Nicht will sing the song(s) learned at the Workshop on the night!
Venue: Abbey Tavern

– Saturday, 2 February, 8-12.30, Howth Burns Nicht – tickets twenty euro, booking essential

– Sunday, 3 February, 3-6, Fare The Weel Session, Abbey Tavern, free

Finally, please find the latest Sweet Nightingale here – https://howthsingingcircle.com/sweet-nightingale/

sweet nightingale february 2019

Best wishes for 2019 and thank you for your support in 2018

Nollaig na mBan 2019

Howth Singing Circle – January Session

‘Nollaig na mBan’

Fisher lassies in Pittenweem, Fife

with

Niamh & Anne Parsons 

Thursday, 3 January

at 9pm, Abbey Tavern

All welcome ….musicians, singers and listeners welcome 

‘Bhí fuinneamh sa stoirm a éalaigh aréir, / Aréir Oíche Nollaig na mBan,

As gealt-teach iargúlta atá laistiar den ré / Is do scréach tríd an spéir chughainn ‘na gealt

Seán Ó Riordáin, ‘Oíche Nollaig na mBan’

Howth Singing Circle

November Session

‘Songs of Wexford’

with

Cathal Caulfield

Thursday, 1 November

at 9pm, Abbey Tavern 

All welcome musicians, singers and listeners welcome

‘Oh the cuckoo is a pretty bird and she sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings and she tells us no lies
She sucks the small birds’ eggs to make her voice clear
And the more she sings cuckoo, the summer draws near’