Mostly Irish Traditional Music from bygone days with the odd Classical piece thrown in to keep me sober. I've tried to add in some background information on most of the clips. Pure love of Trad. Music and my favourite place on earth is Miltown Malbay, County Clare, on the first week of July each year for the Willie Clancy Summer School --- "Loads of frolics, pioneers & alcoholics."
http://www.feaklefestival.ie/

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"If you ever go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Inquire for me in Baggot street
and what I was like to know
O he was the quare one
Fol do diddle di do
He was a quare one
I tell you

He knew that posterity has no use
For anything but the soul,
The lines that speak the passionate heart,
The spirit that lives alone.
O he was a lone one,
Fol do diddle di do
Yet he lived happily
I tell you." Paddy Kavanagh 1904 - 1967.

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"I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink
The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink
There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs
I was climbin' up the walls and movin' round the chairs.
I looked out from under the blanket up at the fireplace.
The Pope and John F. Kennedy were starin'me in the face.
Suddenly it dawned on me I was getting the ould D.T.s
When the Child O' Prague began to dance around the mantlepiece.
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Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag,
To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg.
As I sat lookin' up at the Guinness ad I could never figure out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout." ~~~~
Gospel according to Christy ☺ ♥ ☺

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Go bhfana í ngrá linn,
Iad siúd atá í ngrá linn.
Iad siúd nach bhfuil,
Go gcasa Dia a gcroíthe.
Agus muna gcasann Sé a gcroíthe
Go gcasa Sé caol na coise acu
Go n-aithneoimid iad as a mbacadaíl.


May those who love us,
Love us.
And those who do not love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

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http://www.tg4.ie/en/tg4-pl...

How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from here to there.
There's the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher,
the Tulla and the Kilfenora,
Miko Russell, Doctor Bill,
Willy Clancy, Noel Hill.
Flutes and fiddles everywhere.
If it's music you want,
You should go to Clare.

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