Lyrics below | | | v Intro: Welcome Everybody To the Irish Party Grab your drink And the person nearest to ya And lets have a good time Eh? Hup x 3 Chorus: Its an Irish Party We aint going home Ya wanna kick me out Well Pog mo Thoin Well drink a few; well be on our back Now everyone in here stand up and clap Verse 1 Conas ata tu/ ah sure im grand/ Do me a favour/ lend me your hands/ Put them up there now/ let me see them clap/ Show us your support/ this is Irish rap/ Follow the beat and just give us a jig/ Knock a few pints and drive home like the stig/ Do the riverdance langered/ your drunk as a skunk/ Then your mates all join in/ sure its all good fun/ Your Michael flatley in your own little mind/ Falling round the place from the sober side/ Throw your legs in the air/ your all over the place/ Then the finale kick hits your mate in the face/ A fight breaks out beat the life outta him/ Confession Sunday morning/ a prayer for your sin/ Nearly kill the poor fella/ beat his face half rotten/ Buy him a pint/ then all is forgotten. Chorus x 2 Verse 2 Uisce Baithe/ thats Irish for whiskey/ A good load inside ya yall be a bit frisky/ A lump of a lady could look like a model/ But getting on top could be more than a doodle/ Wake up in the morning/ and get a great fright/ Run out the house and yer up on yer bike/ Ya pedal so hard yad swear the devil was chasin ya/ Tell all your friends they say/ GO WAY YA WASTER YA/ What are ya at/ going off with her anyway/ Have ya seen her ...

From "Silver Sea" Lyrics: Is bean ón slua sí mé I am a woman from the Sí Do tháinig thar toinn Who has come over the waves Is do goideadh san oíche mé And I was taken at night Tamall thar lear For a while abroad Is go bhfuilim as riocht so And I am in this state Fé gheasa mná sí Under geasa of the fairy woman Is ní bheidh ar an saol so And I will not be in this world Go nglaofaidh an coileach Until the cock crows Is caitheadsa féin And I must go Tabhairt fén lios isteach Into the lios Ní taithneamh liom é It is no pleasure for me Ach caithfead tabhairt fé But I must do it Is a bhfuil ar an saol so And all that is in this life Caithfidh imeacht as Must leave it Ach béadsa ag caoineadh'n But I will be keening Fhaid a bheidh uisce sa toinn As long as water remains in the wave Is ná deinig aon ní And have no dealings Leis an ndream thíos sa leas... With the crowd that is down in the lios... Is caitheadsa féin And I must go Tabhairt fén lios isteach Into the lios Ní taithneamh liom é It is no pleasure for me Ach caithfead tabhairt fé But I must do it Is a bhfuil ar an saol so And all that is in this life Caithfidh imeacht as Must leave it Ach béadsa ag caoineadh'n But I will be keening Fhaid a bheidh uisce sa toinn As long as water remains in the wave Is ná deinig aon ní And have no dealings Leis an ndream thíos sa leas... With the crowd that is down in the lios...

An Irish ballad performed by Nomen Est Omen - Adelina Grosu (voice) & Iulian Anghel (guitar) - at the Sighisoara Medieval Festival 2011. The Meeting of the Waters is a ballad written by Thomas Moore. The spot called The Meeting of the Waters (Irish: Cumar an dá Uisce) is the beautiful place where the two Irish rivers Avonmore and Avonbeg join together to form Avoca river. Band members are: Mihai Plamadeala - recorder Iulian Anghel - guitar Gisela Petrila - flute Adelina Grosu - voice, percussions Anca Dobre - percussions www.nomenestomen.ro

Available on itunes bit.ly and for free from endareilly.bandcamp.com or pearsemcgloughlin.bandcamp.com Written and recorded by Pearse McGloughlin and Enda Reilly. Scríofa agus teafad déanta ag Pearse McGloughlin agus Enda Reilly. Scríofa agus teafad déanta ag Enda reilly agus Pearse McGloughlin. lyrics Ag ól Ag ól ag an Garbhóg Pearse McGloughlin, Enda Reilly 2010 Suí Maedhbh is Ailil lán le gliondar óg Fadó nuair a bhíodar ag féilte Roimh thit an chomhrá as a chéile An tuath seo lan/ de cuimhne soleir Dath ór/ tine ar-an uisce Fuaimeanna na h-oiche sna coillte'(crainnte) Ag ól, Ag ól ag an Garbhóg Mo dheartháir mór lena bhata iascaí Ag dreapadh ar na crainnte, an abhainn faoi Is bheirfeadh sé na héisc mhór is mé na héisc óg ag an Garbhóg Líonaim gloine dubh is ólaim an bhrón Is fada uaim anois Sliabh an Rí; An féar glas, na sceacha buí Ag ól ag ól ag an garbhóg. Ag ól ag ól ag an garbhóg

Ní fuil ná feoil é, a Dhé, d'íomhá bréige -blás liath na cré- ach fáiscim chugam é go bpléascann go beatha. Ní faoiseamh ceist (ná freagra). An amhlaidh a ghráim an t-íomhá ciúin nach bhfreagróidh ar ais mé agus go dtuigeann Tusa m'fhulaingt dhian mar a thuigimse é? B'fhédir nach í an cheist (ná an freagra) an fhadhb (ná an freagra) Ní hí, a Dhé. Ní thuigim. Ní heol dom. Ní dheimhním faic - fós ach sin. Bí ann nó as táimse ag triall Ort agus má tá cuirim geasa Ort mé a shábháil ón dream a deir gur fear fuar sa spéir Thú. A Dhé, tá m-eiriceachtaí gan teorainn ach nárbh fhearr Leat sin ná leannán theas bhainne na bó nach mbreathnódh siar Ort ó cheann ceann na bliana? A Dhé, Ní hé réiteach na faidhbe an réiteach. Níl aon draíocht nua ar tairiscint. Caithfeadsa an deilgneach a thaisteal. Níl scíth ná aimsiú ar ghrinneall. B'fhearr liom an t-uisce fuar san éadan anois ná níos deireanaí. Táim réidh mo phatrún caoch a shníomh ar chanbhás streilleach. Ionsaím ceisteanna cantalacha an lae (corp, croí agus intinn). Deir an cathú leiom "Ná déan!" Cén mhaith áilleacht dhuthain? Cén mhaith? Ach cuimhnigh - nach é an freagra an réiteach Ach an t-iarmhar gránna-- luaith mharbh na hoíche-- gréithre salacha ar maidin-- comharthaí mo bháis féin agus mé do shíor á ghlanadh (gréithre, croí agus intinn). Dearmad tamall, a Dhé, ar bhlas liath na cré. (Is measa an dearmad.) Céard a dhéanfainn ach go n-adhraim an bheatha dhuairc seo? Fáiscim chugam an mhallacht. Ní fios cén fhad a mhairfeas. Ach ...

"Finnegan's Wake" is a ballad that arose in the 1850s in the music-hall tradition of comical Irish songs. It is famous for being the basis of James Joyce's masterwork, Finnegans Wake, in which the comic resurrection of Tim Finnegan is symbolic of the universal cycle of life. Whiskey, which causes both Finnegan's fall and his resurrection, is derived from Irish uisce beatha (IPA: [ˈiʃkʲə ˈbʲahə]), meaning "water of life." So too, the word "wake" represents both a passing and a rising. Joyce removed the apostrophe in the title of his novel to suggest an active process in which a multiplicity of "Finnegans," that is, all members of humanity, fall and then wake and arise. The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem would introduce this song by pretending to read Joyce's book, but really only read the first couple of paragraphs.

Rang a 4 i nGaelscoil Aonach Urmhuman ag ullmhú do Rith 2012. Véarsa 1 Beimid ag Rith.....2012 Beidh sé go maith, Beidh sé ar fheabhas, Beidh sé go haoibhinn. Véarsa 2 Caithfidh tú rith, Ar nós na gaoithe, Éirigí suas, Bígí ag rith, Ag iompar an bhata. Curfá Tá'n Rith ar siúl.......Faigh uisce. Bata agat.....'S broga. Ná bí i do shuí, Léim suas is bí ag spraoi. Cosa, Cosa......Rith Rith, Ar son na Gaeilge. Loinneog A (Dún na nGall, hé hé. Aonach Urmhumhan, hé hé Inis Mór, hé hé.) **Véarsa 1, 2 agus Curfá Arís Loinneog B (Gaoth Dobhair, hé hé, Béal Feirste, hé hé, Átha Cliath, hé hé, Ar son na Gaeilge. Luimneach, hé hé, Gaillimh, hé hé, Inis Mór, hé hé, Ar son na Gaeilge.) Rang 4, Gaelscoil Aonach Urmhumhan Rapa: Tá rud amháin le déanamh, Tá rud amháin le rá, Tá gach duine sásta, Is grianmhar é an lá. Nílimíd 'nár gcodladh, Ag ligint ár scíth, Táimíd ag rith, Ag rith do Michael D. Ag iompar an bhata, Ag déanamh an-ghlór. Go dtí na hoileáin, Chuig Inis Mór. Oscail an bata, Féach isteach, Bí ag éisteacht, Leis an teachtaireacht. Loinneog B x2

I composed this music in 2006. 'Uisce' is the irish word for water.

Riverdance act during the pause of the Eurovision Song Contest 1994 in Ireland. Main dance acts by Michael Flatley and Jean Butler, Anuna performs "Cloudsong" www.riverdance.com Cloudsong lyrics : Hear my cry, In my hungering search for you, Taste my breath on the wind, See the sky as it mirrors my colours, Hints and whispers begin. I am living to nourish you, cherish you, I am pulsing the blood in your veins, Feel the magic and power of surrender, To life. Uisce Beatha Every finger is touching and searching, Until your secrets come out, In the dance, as it endlessly circles, I linger close to your mouth. I am living to nourish you, cherish you, I am pulsing the blood in your veins, Feel the magic and power of surrender, To life. Uisce Beatha Opgedragen aan Rhune Schuermans

Roll of Honour from the Craic House debut CD, Uisce Beatha: Water of Life.