One of my favorite recordings from Cherish the Ladies includes this version of Carrigdhoun.
Carrigdhoun” was originally called “The Lament of the Irish Maiden” and was written by Denny Lane from Cork. It is a political song telling of the flight from Ireland of Sarsfield’s “Wild Geese” in 1691. The tune for Carrigdhoun inspired the Percy French song, “The Mountains of Mourne.”
The heath was green on Carrigdhoun.
Bright shone the sun o’er Ard-na-Lee
The dark green trees bent trembling down
To kiss the slumbering Own na Buidhe.
That happy day — ’twas but last May —
‘Tis like a dream to me,
When Donal swore, aye o’er and o’er,
We’d part no more a stór mo chroidhe.
On Carrigdhoun the heath is brown.
The clouds are dark o’er Ard-na-Lee,
And many a stream comes rushing down
To swell the angry Owen na Buidhe.
The moaning blast is sweeping past
Through many a leafless tree,
And I’m alone, for he is gone,
My hawk has flown, ochone mo chroidhe.
Soft April showers and bright May flowers
Will bring the summer back again,
But will they bring me back the hours
I spent with my brave Donal then?
There’s but a chance. he’s gone to France
To wear the Fleur-de-Lis.
But I’ll follow you, mo Dhomhnall dú,
For still I’m true to you mo chroidhe.
The rope bridge at Carrick-a-rede
A song about falling in love and the scary/exhilarating feeling it brings. A wonderful song by Cathie Ryan from her 2001 CD, Somewhere Along the Road.
I’ll walk the miles from Ballintoy
No shining moon to light my way
Across the fields of Larrybane
And the rope bridge where my love waits
The fishermen lie in their beds
The salmon spawn in Moyle’s blue sea
And you lie there upon the grass
Waiting for me on Carrick-a-rede
One step and two, hold tight, let go
Twenty and four, hold tight, let go
I’m nearly there, let go, let go
This song goes by many names. It originates in Scotland and is also called Capt. Wedderburn’s Courtship and The Song of the Riddles. Here is Cathie Ryan‘s lively take. If you’re up for a clever older recording, check out the piper Willie Clancy’s version on Minstrel from Clare.
You and I In The One Bed Lie (He Rolled Her To The Wall)
A nobleman’s fair daughter was walking down yon lane
When up comes Captain Dixon, the keeper of the game
Says he unto his serving man, “If it was not for the law
I’d have that maid within my bed and she’d lie next to the wall”
“Go away, young man,” says she, “And do not me perplex
Before I lie one night with you, you’ll answer questions six
Six questions you will answer, and I will make them all
Before you and I in the one bed lie and I lie next to the wall
What is rounder than a ring? What’s higher than a tree?
What is worse than womankind? What’s deeper than the sea?
What tree blooms first? What bird sings best? From where do dew drops fall?
Then it’s you and I in the one bed lie and I lie next to the wall”