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Thread #109355 Message #2285356
Posted By: *#1 PEASANT*
11-Mar-08 - 11:58 AM
Thread Name: Orange Songbook new location..update
Subject: Folklore: Duffy on Inclusion-orange songbook new
Whilst moving the Orange Songbook to a new address I have added some songs as well as the following text as it answers very well the hate e.mail that I receive from time to time in regard to the collection. Enjoy.... Here is the new address: http://mysite.verizon.net/cbladey/osong/ooooo.html to the orange songbook Put one of the songs in your play list today! Read on!
" To learn how much is mutually to be loved, that we may love it; how much mutually is to be disliked, that we may forgive it. - C.G. Duffy, wrote these lines in 1845. They should ring true for anyone who disputes the ethics of collecting the songs of all traditions Today it is the exception rather than the rule to find musicians, cds, even record bins in the stores censoring perfectly good well written treasures of songs, melodies and ballads just because they find themselves in disagreement with the point of view. There are all kinds of reasons for finding a way to keep from destroying or burying the treasures of human creativity. I think Duffy makes some great points below For my purposes in my own collection here I find myself with limited time and energy and space. My task here is not to provide an entire collection of all the songs of the island of Ireland but to make up for past imbalances. " In arranging the ballads we have rather contrasted than classified them. They are placed neither in order of time nor in distinct classes ; but rather with a view to suggest variety and comparison ; and to afford the greatest amount of enjoyment. If our bardic and our middle-age minstrelsy had become familiar to the country, in the originals, or in adequate translations, the time for classification would have arrived. But we must collect before we discriminate, and we are still in the first stage. "When all our stores are gathered and "—when we can read the native songs on the Danish raids, on the English Invasion, on the Pale, on the Reformation, on the Penal Laws, .on the Jacobite struggles, and compare with them the Scandinavian skalds, the poetry and literature, (native or imported,) which flourished inside the Pale, the songs that were sung in the Cromwellian bawns, in the mansions of the Orange squirearchy and in the farm-houses of the Orange yeomanry, we will have insights into the heart of History which a tower-full of state papers would not afford. Then the classification of our native poetry will become a work of science. …We need not apologise for making this not a party or sectarian, but strictly a national collection. " Whatever could illustrate the character, passions, or opinions of any class of Irishmen, that we gladly adopted. Our duty is to know each other. To learn how much is mutually to be loved, that we may love it; how much mutually is to be disliked, that we may forgive it. Kvrrythiog contributing to this end ought to be regarded as precious. Some of the Ulster ballads, of a restricted and provincial spirit, having less in common with Ireland than with Scotland ; two or three Orange ballads, altogether ferocious or foreign in their tendencies, (preaching murder, or deifying an Alien,) will be no less valuable to the patriot or the poet on this account. They echo faithfully the sentiments of a strong, vehement, and indomitable body of Irishmen, who may come to battle for their country better than ever they battled for their prejudices or their bigotries. At all events, to know what they love and believe is a precious knowledge. Every household in Scotland, from the peasant- farmer's upwards, as Lockhart proudly assures us, has its copy of Burns, lying side by side with the family bible. The young men, nurtured upon this strong food, go forth to contend with the world; and in every kingdom of the earth they are to be found, filling posts of trust and honour, trustfully and honourably. In Germany every boy—student, apprentice, or peasant—learns the ballads of Schiller and Goethe with his first catechism; and from boyhood to old age they furnish a feast that never (unreadable) that grows stronger with use. In the Northern countries the national skalds, recounting the early triumphs of the Sea-kings ( in which their encounters with the Irish Princes form a large and to us unspeakably interesting portion) are still sung or circulated habitually as a section of their permanent literature. In Ar- ragon and Castile the chronicles of the Cid, and the ballads of their long and heroic struggles against the Moor, still feud that noble pride of race, which lifts the Spanish people above the meaner vices, and make them in spirit and conduct a nation of gentlemen. It would be hasty and presumptuous to assume that our native ballads will ever exercise a corresponding influence. But surely it is greatly to be desired that they should. A people without native poetry, are naked to a multitude of evil influence?. Not only do they want the true nursing mother of patriotism and virtue, but their first impressions of literature—the impressions that pursue us through life like our shadows—are liable to be caught from a foreign, a prejudiced, or a poisonous source. A source perilous to their public or their personal virtue." -The Ballad Poetry of Ireland, Ed: C.G. Duffy, 1845.