26 Session at Graces

Episode Guide – Podcast #26 Session at Graces

Roche (with Liam) shares “Ned of the Hill” at a session in Grace’s in Cloughjordan, County Tipperary. CLICK THE PLAY BUTTON below to watch.

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Show Notes

We share a moment from a session at Grace’s in Cloughjordan, County Tipperary.

Anyone who followed our blog this summer knows we enjoyed a lot of great music. One of our favorite sessions was held at Grace’s on Monday nights. We thought we’d share a moment when Roche, a Grace’s regular, sings Eamonn a’ Chnuic, which translates to Ned of the Hill.

The song tells the story of a Tipperary man named Edmond (Ned) Ryan, an Irish Earl displaced by Cromwell. His outlaw reputation began when he killed a tax collector over a confiscated cow belonging to an old woman. He was later killed by fellow Irishman for reward money.

This movie was shot on my digital camera, so I was surprised to discover that the footage and sound was decent enough to include on the podcast.

You’ll get to see Liam singing in Irish with Roche. Tony on Fiddle, Theresa on tin whistle and Kathleen on piano. Our friends Breda, Tilly and Liza are also there…and several other folks who stuck around for the end of the session. Here’s the TravelBlog entry from that evening.

Enjoy…here are the words of the song in Irish and English.

EAMONN A’ CHNUIC Ce-h-é sin amuigh Go bhfuil faor ar a ghuth A’ reaba mo dhorais dúnta?” “Mise Eamonn a’ Chnuic Tá báidhte fuar fluich O shior-shúil sléibhte is gleannta” “A lao ghil’s a chuid Cad do dhéannfainnse duit Mara gcuirfinn ort béinn dom ghúna? ‘S go mbeidh púdar dubh Is go mbeimis araon muchta” “Is fada mise amuigh Faoi sneachta is faoi shioc Is gan dánacht agam ar éinne Mo bhranar gan cur Mo sheisreach gar sgur Is gan iad agam ar aon chor Nil cairde agam (Is danaid liom san) Do ghlacfadh mé moch na déanach Is go gcaithear mé dul Thar farraige soir O’s ann na fúil mo ghaolta

NED OF THE HILL “Oh who is without That with passionate shout Keeps beating my bolted door?” “I am Ned of the Hill Forspent wet and chill From long trudging marsh and moor” “My love, fond and true What else could I do But shield you from wind and from weather? When the shots fall like hail They us both shall assail And mayhap we shall die together.” “Through forest and through snow Tired and hunted I go In fear both from friend and from neighbor My horses run wild My acres untilled And they all of them lost to my labor But it grieves me far more Than the loss of my store That there’s none who would shield me from danger So my fate it must be To fare eastward o’er sea And languish amid the stranger”