‘With head uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn‘
‘Nach mór an cliú do phoball Carna ó thosuigh an lánmhain seo ag dul thrid
Ba deise breághtha méin na mná ná an Morning Star nuair d’eirigheócha sí
Tá an Bhanríoghan tinn is i na luighe lag síos, deir na dochtúirí go bhfaoi sí bás
Sé fios m’údair go ndeir siad liomsa faoi nach bhfuil sí pósta ag Mr Joyce.’
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‘And the first tree that’s in the green wood
It was the holly’
‘You’d think the whole country of Erin was waiting to get on the boat.
There’s accents from Antrim to Kerry, from Westport to the high hills of Howth.
And in no time, we’re into Dun Laoghaire, and the dawn rising clear in the sky.
I’m on the last leg of my journey. It’s hello to the fair Aran Isles.’
Kieran Halpin – Trip through Holyhead
“It’s of a pretty female as you may understand,
Her mind being bent for rambling into some foreign land.
She dressed herself in sailor’s clothes or so it does appear,
And she hired with a captain to serve him for a year.”
All Welcome!
Howth Harbour and the Dee flowing through Aberdeen
‘Sly little Cupid has knocked me stupid;
In grief I mourn, for upon my oath;
My frame’s declining, I’m so repining
For Hannah Healy, the pride of Howth
‘The Northern Lights of Aberdeen are what I long
to see;
The Northern Lights of Aberdeen, that’s where I
long to be.
I’ve been a wand’rer all of my life and many a
sight I’ve seen.
God speed the day when I’m on my way to my
home in Aberdeen’
Howth Singing Circle 