
April 2023

‘How oft I’ve watched him from the Hill move here and there in grace,
In Cork, Killarney, Thurles town or by the Shannon’s race,
‘Now Cork is bet; the hay is saved!’ the thousands wildly sing-
Don’t speak too soon, my sweet garsún, for here comes Christy Ring.’
A memory in tribute to our friend, the late Jimmy Smyth of Ruan
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‘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.’
‘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