The Castle Of Dromore... Eileen Aroon... Jug Of This....May Morning Dew... The Cobbler... The Wind That Shakes The Barley... I know, I know... but, to me, they are one... each as the other. When I was at my camp on the river on a frosty fall morn at dawn and I sent those echos up the river valley... they were perfect... if only to me.