Complete program

 

I - The Joyce Book (1932)

 

E.J. Moeran                 

  Tilly                                        

Arnold Bax                  

  Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba

Albert Roussel             

  A Flower given to my Daughter            

Herbert Hughes         

  She Weeps over Rahoon                   

John Ireland               

  Tutto è Sciolto                                       

Roger Sessions           

  On the Beach at Fontana                                

Arthur Bliss                  

  Simples                                

Herbert Howells          

  Flood                                                         

George Antheil            

  Nightpiece                       

Edgardo Carducci        

  Alone                                        

Eugene Goossens        

  A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight

C.W. Orr                        

  Bahnhofstrasse                                

Bernard Van Dieren      

  A Prayer                     

 

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​II - Merry Evenings in Our House    

 

James Joyce

  Bid Adieu to Girlish Days (arr. E.Pendleton)  

Philipp Jarnach

  Lied vom Meer  op. 15, no.1                            

D. MacMurrough

  Macushla            

Frederick Gilbert

  The Man who Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo​

Gilbert & Sullivan

  Take a pair of sparkling eyes  (from The Gondoliers)

Michael W. Balfe

  I dreamt I dwellt in marble Halls  (from The Bohemian Girl)

Friedrich von Flotow

  M’Appari (from Martha)

​Richard Wagner                 

  O, du mein holder Abendstern (from Tannhäuser)

  Ruf einsam wachend in der Nacht  (from Tristan und Isolde)

Giuseppe Verdi

  Al mio furor sfuggite  (from Don Carlos)

John Dowland

  Weep ye no more sad fountain

Henry Purcell

  Stay Prince/ Jove’s Command shall be obey’d  (from Dido and Aeneas)

Jan Sweelinck

  Mein Junges Leben hat ein End

Giovanni Stefani

  Dov’io credea -Amante Tradito I

  Dunque il mio fido - Amante Tradito II     

 

Italian/Trieste songs

  Viva Noe- il Gran Patriarco

  Guard’un mare com’e bello (Torna a Surriento)

  Ancora un litro di quel (Trieste Trinklied)

 

Jean Nohain

  Quand un vicomte rencontre un autre vicomte 

Oscar Strauss

  Je ne suis pas que l’on pense  (from Trois Valses)

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Traditional Irish songs and melodies

  Eamann an Chnoic (from Ned of the Hill)

  Mrs. McGrath

  My Lagan Love

  Star of the County Down

  Croppy Boy

  Finnegan’s Wake                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

Irish Melodies - Texts

 

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Éamonn a Chnoic                 

 

Cé hé sin amuigh a bhfuil faobhar ar a ghuth,

ag’ réabadh mo dhorais dhúnta?

Mise Éamann a’ Chnoic, atá báite fuar fliuch,

ó shíor-shiúl sléibhte is gleannta.

Chorus: 

A lao ghil ‘s a chuid, cad a dheánfainn-se dhuit,

mura gcuirfinn ort binn de m’ ghúna?

‘S go bhfuil púdar go tiubh, ‘á shíor-shéideach leat

‘s go mbeimis araon múchta!

 

= [Who is that outside with an edge to his voice, 

hammering on my closed door

I’m Eamann of the hill who is drenched, cold and wet,

From forever walking the hills and valleys.

My love and my treasure, what would I do for you

but cover you with a corner of my dress

And black gunpowder will be

fired endlessly at us, and we will both perish]

 

 

 

Mrs. MGrath                       

 

1) "Now, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said, 

"Would you like to make a soldier Out of your son, Ted? 

With a scarlet cloak and a fine tall hat, 

Oh Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that?" 

Chorus:

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

 

1) Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the seashore 

For the span of seven long years or more 

'Till she saw big ship sailing into the bay 

Saying,"Here's my son Ted! Won't you clear the way!" 

 

3) Now up comes Ted without any legs 

And in their place he has two wooden pegs 

Well she kissed him a dozen times or two 

Saying "Glory be to god sure, it couldn't be you?" 

 

4) "Now against all war, I do proclaim

Between Don Juan and the King of Spain 

And, by herrons, I'll make 'em rue the time 

That they swept the legs from a child of mine.

 

 

 

My Lagan Love                  

 

 

 

Star of the County Down            

 

1) Near Banbridge Town in the County Down

One morning last July

A boreen green came a sweet colleen

And she smiled as she passed me by

She looked so sweet from her two bare feet

To the sheen of her nut brown hair

Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself

For to see I was really there

Chorus:

From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay

And from Galway to Dublin Town

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down

 

2) As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head

And I looked with a feelin' rare

And I says, says I, to a passer-by

"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair?"

He smiled at me and he says's, says's he

"That's the gem of Ireland's crown

Young Rosie McCann from the banks of a Bann

She's the star of the County Down"

Chorus

From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay

And from Galway to Dublin Town

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.

 

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The Croppy Boy

                 

1) It was early, early all in the spring,

The birds did whistle and sweetly sing.

Changing their notes from tree to tree,

And the song they sang was “Old Ireland’s free.”

 

2) It was early, early all in night,

The Yeoman Cavalry gave me a fright;

The Yeoman Cavalry was my downfall,

And taken was I by Lord Cornwall.

 

3) As I as mounted on the gallows high,

My aged father was standing nigh.

My aged father did me deny,

And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy.

 

4) It was in Dungannon this young man died,

And in Dungannon his body lies;

So all good people who do pass by,

Just drop a tear for the Croppy Boy!”

 

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Finnegan's Wake                   

 

1) Tim Finnegan lived in Walker Street,         

A gentle Irishman mighty odd

He had a brogue both rich and sweet, 

An' to rise in the world he carried a hod

You see he'd a sort of a tippling way 

With a love for the liquor, Tim was born

And to help him on his way each day, 

he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Chorus:                        

Whack for the hurrah take your partners 

welt the floor ye trotters shake

Isn’t it the truth I told ye,

lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

 

2) One mornin' Tim was rather full            

His head felt heavy which made him shake;

He fell off the ladder and broke his skull

So they carried him home a corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, 

and laid him out upon the bed

With plenty of candles round his feet 

and a couple of dozen round his head

[Chorus]

 

3) His friends assembled at the wake,         

and Missus Finnegan called for lunch

First she laid out tea and cakes, 

then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry,             

"Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see,        

Arrrah Tim, auvreem! why did you die?",         

‘Ah None of your gab’ said Paddy McGee.

[Chorus] 

 

4) Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry,         

"O Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"

But Biddy gave her a belt on the gob 

and sent her sprawling on the floor

Then the war did soon engage,

t'was woman to woman and man to man

Shillelagh-law was all the rage 

and a row and a ruction soon began

[Chorus] 

 

5) Mickey Maloney ducked his head         

when a bucket of whiskey flew at him

It missed, and landed on the bed, 

the whiskey scattered over Tim

Tim revives! See how he rises        

Tim Finnegan jumping from the bed        

Crying', "Whirl your liquor around like blazes

Thunderin' Jaysus! Do you think I'm dead?"

[Chorus x 2]