Burns Nicht


Howth Singing Circle will present our annual Burns Nicht on 21st January 2017 at 8 pm in the Abbey Tavern, Howth. Special Guests Siobhan Miller  https://www.siobhanmiller.com/

Howth St.Lawrence Pipe Band and many more.

Tickets are selling fast – Tickets €20 from Francy 0876780360


Fare Thee Weel Session after Howth Burns Nicht on Sunday, 22 January in Howth Sea Angling Club, 3-6, with Gerry O’Connor and Janet Weatherston (Dalkeith), free, all singers, musicians and listeners welcome







2017 January


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Happy New Year

HSC is back this Thursday (5th) at 9pm in the Abbey Tavern with Irene Bagnell from Drogheda leading us in Songs of the Sea.


Burns Nicht Tickets will be on sale on Thursday at 20 euro each – demand is already high so please order your tickets

Willie O’Connor RIP

It is with immense sadness that Howth Singing Circle learnt of the passing of our President Willie O’Connor this morning. A Howth fisherman, lifeboatman and seaman all his life, Willie was central to the HSC and was held in the highest regard around the coast and among the singing community. He had a unique style, a good humoured presence cheering any company, and ever a yarn and a smile. Deepest sympathies are extended to his family.

Arrangements :  Saturday 10th December at 10 am at the Church of the Assumption, Howth.

We will also postpone tomorrow night’s HSC to 15th.

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Fare well, Willie, and here’s your favourite song


One day by the docks I was straying.
By the quayside I happened to be,
When I overheard someone saying
To an old ship just in from the sea:

Goodbye, old ship of mine.
No more you’ll cross the line.
Well, your days are through sailing on the blue.
Goodbye, old ship of mine.

Well that quayside I’ll always remember,
And those words that I happened to hear.
They came from a voice soft and tender,
And in each word was a tear.

Well, your logbook I’ll always remember
In memory of you, Mary Ann.
I’d give the whole world to save you,
But I’m just a poor sailing man.

When they break you up at dawn,
In the yard where you were born,
Oh, they’ll break a part of a poor sailor’s heart.
Goodbye, old ship of mine.

So goodbye, old ship of mine,
For the sake of Auld Lang Syne.
Your name will live on ’til the day you’re gone.
Goodbye, old ship of mine.