Fishing For Celtic Music #676

Hi there, this is Mark Shelton with Sandy Flat Music

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Show number 676.

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We kicked off the show with Alton.

That was the Letterkenny Blacksmith and John Daugherty's favorite, Skeridh Nabiltein from Donegal.

Next up is the Irish Lassies with a single that's called Fish Are Biting on Kenandaigua Lake.

We'll be right back.

Fish Are Biting on Kenandaigua Lake

He came in to the wintry cold and the damp

A giant of a man in an oilskin coat

And a bundle that totally was a trap

He stood at the bar and he called a pint

And turned and gazed at the fire

On a night like this, to be safe and dry

Is my one and only desire

Here's to those that are dead and gone

The friends that I love dear

And here's to you, and I'll miss you adieu

Say, Donnie, go, Danny's been here, new voice

Donnie, go, Danny's been here

And in a voice

That was hushed and low

He said, listen, I'll tell you a tale

How a man of the sea became a man of the road

And never more with such sale

I fished out of Hoth and Killy Bays

Our glass and Baltimore

But the cruel sea has beaten me

And I'll end my days

On the shore

Here's to those that are dead and gone

The friends that I love dear

And here's to you, and I'll miss you adieu

Say, Donnie, go, Danny's been here, new voice

Donnie, go, Danny's been here

And here's to those that have負ed me

In Selma and Jim'sjän

Now, if you don't have something to drink

You can put a picture on your phone

That works perfectly fine for us

For you older folks, go ahead

Lift up that picture of BOOST

Or Insure

Yeah, you know what I'm talking about

You know what I'm talking about

Whenever it's your turn

One fateful night

In the wind and the rain

We set sail from

Killy Bakes Town

There were five of us

From Sweet Donegal

And one from

County Down

We were fishermen

Who worked the sea

And never

Counted the cost

But I never

Thought ere that night

Was done

That my great friends would all be lost

But the ship

Struck a rock

And all of us

Knew that she'd go down

So we

Jumped right into

The icy sea

And prayed to God

We wouldn't drown

The raging sea

Was rising still

As we

Struck out for the land

She fought with all

Her cruelty

To claim

That gallant band

By St. John's Point

In the early dawn

I dragged

Myself on the shore

I cursed the sea

For what she'd done

And I vowed

To sail her never more

Oh, here's to those

That are dead and gone

The friends that I love dear

And here's to you

And all this you do

St. Donegal

Danny's been here

Me boys

Donegal

Danny's been here

For since that night

I've been lost

On the road

Traveling

And trying to forget

That awful night

I lost all my friends

I see their faces yet

And often at night

When the sea is high

And the wind

Is tearing at my skin

My skin

I hear the cries

Of drowning men

Sailing over on the wind

Here's to those

That are dead and gone

The friends that I love dear

And here's to you

And all the fish you do

St. Donegal

Danny's been here

Me boys

Donegal

Danny's been here

Here's to those

That are dead and gone

The friends that I love dear

And all the fish you do

The friends that I love dear

And here's to you

And I'll bid you adieu

St. Donegal

Danny's been here

Me boys

Donegal

Danny's been here

Thank you.

In hopes to find riches

In hunting the whale

Farewell to my comrades

For a while we must part

And like a bird

Likewise the dear lass

Who first won my heart

The cold coast of Greenland

My love will not chill

And the longer my absence

More loving she'll feel

Our ship is oiled

Rigged and we're ready to sail

The crew they are anxious

To follow the whale

Where the icebergs do float

And the stormy winds blow

Where the land and the ocean is covered

With snow

Play encore

To hear this beautiful melody

I couldn't help but to smile

It seems to me

How never I, how never I

Can see

How I shall not come

Out at the last breath

Pay any price

Take or leave

And find me

As long you're were

The cold coast of Greenland

Is barren and bare

No sea time nor harvest

Is ever known there

And the birds here sing sweetly

On mountain and dale

But there's no bird in Greenland

To sing to the whale

Farewell to Tarworthy

A dear Mormon tale

And the dear land of Crimmond

I bid thee farewell

We're bound off

On a journey

To Greenland

And ready to sail

In hopes to find riches

In hunting the whale

On a journey

To Greenland

In hopes to find riches

In hunting the whale

After the Irish Lassies

Came the Drowsy Lads

With Donegal Danny

The Drowsy Lads

And Time Flies

From their CD

Time Flies

Then came Dan Passumato

With Fly Fishing

Martin O'Connor's Flying Clog

From his album

Antiquen Gorm

And we finished up the set

With Cleveland Celtic Onslaught

ensemble with farewell to tarawati from cleveland celtic ensemble their self-titled album i want

your feedback what are you doing today while listening to the podcast you can send a written

comment along with a picture of what you're doing or a band that you saw recently send it to follow

at bestcelticmusic.net robin morales reyes sent saint patrick's day photos from mexico

slancia from mexico mark you can check out those pictures in the show notes for show number 676

of the podcast ken in portland connecticut emailed a photo mark my bagpipe band played

several gigs one of which was at the portland connecticut ale house pictured here i am next

to bass drummer second to the right wearing the brown driving cat by the inflatable leprechaun

mitchell dobrennan family emailed a couple photos from greenville south carolina about their cat

he prefers to lie down to listen and it was recorded while listening to the show

and finally jose

i hope i got that right jose emailed hi mark i have started listening to your podcast for some

time now a bit by accident when i was searching for music podcasts for a long time i was attracted

by celtic culture that has influenced by some way the culture of northern portugal where i was born

my wife though she was born in the south of the country it's a small country also enjoys celtic

art and suddenly our eldest son was playing galician bagpipes what came by surprise because

there's no

tradition of instrument playing in our families by the way we now live in sintra usually i listen

to you and the good music that you share during the weekend while i take care of our garden or

doing my chores about the end of google podcast there's a quite a good alternative that i have

been using at least for a couple years it's called antenna pod and i'm sure it can help

some of your android listeners obrigado pelo teu bom trabajo thank you for your good work he writes

i'm sorry if i messed up the spanish but or is that portuguese it struck me just now

any case thank you so much jose i i'm glad that you're enjoying the show and uh keep sharing your

stories this coming weekend is middle tennessee highland games and celtic festival september 7th

through 8th 2024 it takes place at sanders ferry park hendersonville and there's a lot of great

bands that are performing there to athodea chris colt the secret commonwealth the devil's brigade

stern wheelers dune the brain

Nosy Flynn, and Colin Grant Adams.

Plus, there's bagpipe competitions,

Irish step dancing,

highland dance competition,

ceilidh dancing, and so much more.

You can join Richard and others

at the Middle Tennessee Highland Games

and Celtic Festival

at midtenngames.com.

And I thought I would play some of the music

from the bands that are playing there.

I don't have permission from all of them,

but I did have a whole bunch

that I had gotten last year.

So, we're going to start it off

with the Secret Commonwealth.

This is the Bonnie at Last of Fivey

from their album, Lager and Blood.

There once was a troop of Irish dragoons

Marching down through Fivey Hole

The captains fall in love

With the night sky

And another Bonnie lass

And the name that she had

Was Pretty Peggy, oh

Come running down your stairs

Pretty Peggy, my dear

Come running down your stairs

Pretty Peggy, oh

Come running down your stairs

Tie your back, you'll, you'll have

Take a last farewell

To your daddy, oh

Now it's braw, it's braw

A captain's lady, oh, to be

It's braw to be a captain's lady, oh

It's braw to ride and rank

Tie and follow with the camp

And watch when the captain

He is ready, oh

Now the colonel, he cried

Mount boys, mount boys, mount

But the captain, he cried

He cried, tarry, oh

Just tarry for a while

For another day and twelve

Just to see if this Bonnie lass

Will marry, oh

Oh

So many Bonnie lass in the town of Atlas

As many Bonnie dame in the guineo

As many as a Bonnie gene in the town of Aberdeen

But the plodder of them all lies in fifty-oh

Oh

And Langer we came to the town of Atalas

We had our captain to carry on

Langer we came to the town of Aladine

We had our captain for to bury on

And it's green grow the birks on Bony Ithenside

Low like the lowlands of Fivio

Captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid

Died for the soldier lass of Fivio

Well there once was a troop of Irish dragoons

Come marching down through Fivio

And the captain's fallen in love with another Bony lass

And the name that she had was Pretty Peggy

Oh!

Fivio

I am young but I have aged

Some things they just don't stay the same

But I know at the end of the day

I did the best that I could

Oh!

Tell those that you love

How much they need

Go travel the world

It's there for the scene

Tomorrow's not promised

The past can't be changed

So live in the moment today

Cause we're all here for a few short years

Time waits on no man's hand

Leave no stone unturned

And do everything with love

And be the best that you can

May the sun never set

On an argument

Don't worry about me

Don't let pride stop you

Asking for help

Be not afraid to admit

You're not right

And always stay humble and kind

Cause we're all here for a few short years

Time waits on no man

Leave no stone unturned

And do everything with love

And be the best that you can

Cause we're all here for a few short years

Time waits on no man's hand

Leave no stone unturned

And do everything with love

And be the best that you can

Oh!

Everything with love

And be the best that you can

Oh!

Everything with love

And be the best that you can

Leave no stone unturned

And do everything with love

And be the best that you can

A lump in the throat

And the money from the buttermilk jar

Before they miss us

Should be over the angry white ocean

There's a girl with red hair

You might see anywhere

And a name never spoken

Through a rose

Nobody knows

Be the rose

Through a rose

Nobody knows

Be the rose

Her baby came soon

In a queen's motel

With eyes as blue as the sea

She left him at dawn

On the convent lawn

For the vestals of St. Augustine

He never knew her

But this life is not a bit cheesy

She left him at dawn

Couldn't pence in tears

But it's best you not hear

A name never spoken

Through a rose

Nobody knows

Be the rose

Through a rose

Nobody knows

Be the rose

Nobody knows

Be the rose

New family and a new name

Three blue eyed boys

Should have cut off her nose

One doesn't need us to sing

You're a rose

Nobody knows

Nobody knows you're a rose

You're a rose

Nobody knows

But nobody knows you're a rose

You're a rose

Nobody knows

Nobody knows you're a rose

You're a rose

Nobody knows

Nobody knows you're a rose

Never you mind if a fairy tale

Seems too sweet to be true

Happily it was created just to pleasure you

Don't forget you'll not know

What next encounter you might see

Standing just beside you there

Close beneath that tree

See the charming shadowed ones

As they dance before your very eyes

Turning spinning gracefully

First things make your spirits rise

The lovely breeze upon your cheek

Might be your brush or fairy wing

Soft and gentle as the air

A pleasure thus to bring

So turn and give a happy smile

To every creature you might meet

Feel the music in your heart

Inspire your dancing fear

Be with the charming, enchanted ones

As they weave their lovely dance

When the magic's out

The circle spins joining

Take your chance

In the realm of the China land of the Fae

Free our imaginations of day

Dream of fairy folk who will soon disappear

Magic illusion, happiness and cheer

See the charming shadowed ones

As they dance before your very eyes

Turning spinning gracefully

First things make your spirits rise

Be with the charming shadowed ones

As they weave their lovely dance

When the magic circle spins

Join in and take your chance

Mother, Father, can you hear me calling?

St. Andrew's Synod to reclaim my faith

For gift and kin and godless crown and glory

And the devil be damned and I'll carry the fight

Into the night, soldier, country, king

Freedom will reign, praise God

All my influence is the rules I follow

Till morning burn across the highland way

By blood and bone, by fire, steel and gallows

And the devil be damned and I'll carry the fight

Into the night, soldier, country, king

Freedom will reign, praise God

St. Andrew's Synod to reclaim my faith

For gift and kin and godless crown and glory

And the devil be damned and I'll carry the fight

Into the night, soldier, country, king

My king has fallen, still his heart I carry

To the final battle in the가

At the final battle in the

This land

Go as you

Will desire

And I will

Follow

And the devil

Be damned

And I'll carry the fight

Into the night so dark

Country king, freedom will be

Braveheart

I hope you enjoyed that set

from the Minnells

Tennessee Highland Games

and Celtic Festival

and if you can

go check it out

and thank you Richard

for supporting the podcast

after the Secret Commonwealth

came Claire Cunningham

with The Best You Can

from her album

On My Way

then the Stern Wheelers

with Vera Rose

Nobody Knows

from Shuddered EP

Charmed by Chris Colt

was after that

and we finished up the set

with The Black Douglas

by Tuatha Dea

from their album

Irish Eyes

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Erin Ruth is up next

with Patti's Lamentation

from her recordings

Celtic Classics

she calls it

here's Erin Ruth

Oh it's by the hush me boys

And sure that's

to hold your noise

And listen to

poor Patti's

sad narration

Oh I was by hunger

pressed

And in poverty

distressed

So I took a thought

I'd leave

the Irish nation

Well I sold

my horse and cow

My little pigs

and sow

My little plot

of land

And I departed

And my sweetheart

bid me gay

I'm afraid

I'll never see

For I left her there

That morning

broken hearted

Oh here's you boys

Now take my advice

To America

All happy snuts

be going

There is nothing

here but war

Where the murdering

cannons roll

roar

the light is elated

And I wish

I was at home

In dear old Dublin

to live

In dear old Dublin

To live

in

sign language

tag

l-o-v-e

Și

Well, myself and a hundred more

To America sailed o'er

Our fortunes to be made

We were thinking

But when we got to Yankee land

They shoved a gun into our hands

Saying, Paddy, you must go

And fight for Lincoln

I, I thought myself in luck

To be fed an Indian buck

And old Ireland, the country I delight in

But with the devil I do say

Curse America

For I am sick and tired

Of this hard fighting

Oh, here's you boys

Now take my advice

To America

I'll have you snatch me going

There is nothing here but war

Where I am

Where the murdering cannons roar

And I wish I was at home

In dear old Dublin

Yeow!

Oh, I am the whiskey chaser

And I never get enough

I keep on drinking

All that rare old stuff

When the bottle's empty

I reach for one more

I am the whiskey chaser

Till I pass out on the floor

I started out in St. Paul's town

I drank the buggers out

I finished up their whiskey

Then started on the stout

Then I headed across the river

To play another show

But now the whiskey's gone

So I think it's time to go

Then I drank across the west coast

In Seattle and Spokane

I slogged through Montana

And I'd do it all again

Got pissed in Kansas City

But woke up in Waterloo

I had a bottle up in Fargo

And he's grand forks with you

Well, I used to chase the women

But they left me in a lurch

And then I chased salvation

But just ended up in church

Chasing fame and fortune

I got caught up by the fuzz

But now I'm chasing whiskey

And I always catch my buzz

Hey, hey

I am the whiskey chaser

And I never get enough

I keep on drinking

All that rare old stuff

When the bottle's empty

I reach for one more

I am the whiskey chaser

Till I pass out on the floor

I got lit in New York City

And Boston and PA

I hit the Bronx and Hell's Kitchen

And all the pubs along the way

I'm drinking down to Jersey

Then I'll head back to the Midwest

Chicago keeps calling

Where the whiskey tastes the best

Well, now I'm headed out

On the road across the USA

I'm drinking now in this old town

But I'd be on my way

There's lots of other boozers

And lots of places yet to see

And I won't come back through here

Until the next delivery

Cause I used to chase the women

But they left me in a lurch

And then I chased salvation

But just ended up in church

Chasing fame and fortune

I got caught up by the fuzz

But now I'm chasing whiskey

And I always catch my buzz

Oh yeah!

I am the whiskey chaser

And I never get enough

I keep on drinking all that rare old stuff

When the bottle's empty

I reach for one more

I am the whiskey chaser

Till I pass out on the floor

I am the whiskey chaser

And I never get enough

I keep on drinking all that rare old stuff

When the bottle's empty

I reach for one more

I am the whiskey chaser

Till I pass out on the floor

I am the whiskey chaser

And I never get enough

I keep on drinking all that rare old stuff

When the bottle's empty

I reach for one more

I am the whiskey chaser

Till I pass out on the floor

I am the whiskey chaser

And I never get enough

I keep on drinking all that rare old stuff

When the bottle's empty

for one more i am the whiskey chaser till i pass out on the floor i am the whiskey chaser

so

hey

We'll be right back.

Embrace the meaning of hope in fullest form

Wind and water and soil that sustained you

Close your eyes

Feel the breeze

Reforge your ties

Shiver like the reeds

Slow down, you're home now

No need to explain how

These tree boughs

Weep

Weep round

You're sunk into the ground

One hour or two

Forty-fives to connect

Waves reflecting the smiles

Ten songs or less

Give your voices to us

Clap your hands out of time

Head home

And we are gone

At the last chime

The dirt of the road

Clings too tight to shake off

To the land that we know

The curves of

Close your eyes

Feel the breeze

Reforge your ties

Shiver like the reeds

And we are gone

At the last chime

The dirt of the road

Clings too tight to shake off

To the land that we know

The curves of

Close your eyes

Reforge your ties

Shiver like the reeds

Slow down, you're home now

No need to explain how

These tree boughs

Weep round

You're sunk into the ground

Weep round

Perhaps its homes open now

Is the earliest voice

Come and refill your cup

Make the terminal choice

How can we heed the warning

Count the hours

Counterfeit morning prescription pills,

Numb or lice-y.

The garden is growing, the whiskey is flowing,

Bread is baking, wood pigeon's waking.

The table is laden, familiar laden,

Take the time to seat, take the time to slow down.

Slow down, you're home now, no need to explain how.

These tree boughs we've frowned, you're sunken to the ground.

Slow down, you're home now, no need to explain how.

These tree boughs we've frowned, you're sunken to the ground.

Slow down, you're home now, no need to explain how.

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