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Lyr Req: Uileann mar

katlaughing 18 Nov 07 - 10:34 PM
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Subject: Lyr Req: Uileann mar
From: katlaughing
Date: 18 Nov 07 - 10:34 PM

Just giving this its own thread, for Guest, hazel:


does any one know of a song called uileann mar ??? i have to find it for christmas for a friend and this is the only site i could find with those two words on it.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Uileann mar
From: Brendy
Date: 19 Nov 07 - 01:57 AM

Hiya kat...

Just wondering if that is the proper spelling....: 'Oileann' is the Irish word for 'Island', and 'mór' means 'big'. 'The Big Island', in other words.

If this is the case, kat, then This poem might give a clue.

From the notes at the bottom of the page:
"The History of Flannan Island: Eilean Mor, The Island of the Dead, is a major island of Flannan Isles which is a group of 7 main islands with about 45 rocks and islets. Flannan Isles, also known as The Seven Hunters, is a uninhabited archipelago located 15-miles northwest of Lewis (Hebrides) island. Before the Flannan Isle Lighthouse was built, The Seven Hunters were a hazardous group of isles so named for destroying ships en route to Scottish Ports.
The Flannan isle lighthouse was built in by 1899 by David Alan Stevenson and Charles Stevenson Eilean Mor (Big Isle). The disappearance happened one year later; in December 1900, three lighthouse keepers at the new lighthouse mysteriously disappeared.
It was noticed on 15 December that the light had not been lit in the lighthouse, but bad weather prevented anyone getting to the island until 26 December. The lighthouse tender, the Hesperus, went to the island with a new set of keepers, but the three who were supposed to be there had gone - vanished. The lighthouse was deserted, with the lamps primed and ready for lighting. There was a diary entry made on the morning of 15 December that the lamp should have been lit, but no more.
Explanations put forward have included a freak wave, and a terrible row in which two were killed and the murderer committed suicide - but no bodies were ever found. Some accounts say there was a half-eaten meal on the table and that furniture had been overturned. A Board of Inquiry could not come up with an explanation, though the investigations are well documented."


B.


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Subject: Lyr Add: FLANNAN ISLE
From: JohnInKansas
Date: 19 Nov 07 - 09:03 AM

Searching for "Eilean Mor" gets several hits, but none that clearly indicates a musical topic.

Scotsman.com 1 Thu 20 Jan 2005 gives a slightly extended version of the bit above about the disappearance of the three lighthouse keepers, and a link to:

Scotsman.com 2
Thu 20 Jan 2005

Flannan Isle
WILFRID WILSON GIBSON
"THOUGH three men dwelt on Flannan Isle
To keep the lamp alight,
As we steered under the lee, we caught
No glimmer through the night."

A passing ship at dawn had brought
The news: and quickly we set sail,
To find out what strange thing might ail
The keepers of the deep-sea light.

The winter day broke blue and bright,
With glancing sun and glancing spray,
As o'er the swell our boat made way,
As gallant as a gull in flight.

But, as we near'd the lonely Isle,
And looked up at the naked height;
And saw the lighthouse towering white,
With blinded lantern, that all night
Had never shot a spark
Of comfort through the dark,
So ghostly in the cold sunlight
It seem'd that we were struck the while
With wonder all too deep for words.

And, as into the tiny creek
We stole beneath the hanging crag,
We saw three queer, black, ugly birds -
Too big by far, in my belief,
For guillemot or shag -
Like seamen sitting bolt upright
Upon a half-tide reef;
But, as we neared they plunged from sight,
Without a sound or spurt of white.

And still too mazed to speak,
We landed; and made fast the boat;
And climb'd the track in single file,
Each wishing he was safe afloat,
On any sea however far,
So be it far from Flannan Isle:
And still we seem'd to climb, and climb,
As though we'd lost all count of time,
And so must climb for evermore.
Yet, all too soon, we reached the door -
The black, sun-blistered lighthouse-door,
That gaped for us ajar.

As, on the threshold, for a spell,
We paused, we seem'd to breathe the smell
of limewash and of tar,
Familiar as our daily breath,
As though 'twere some strange scent of death:
And so, yet wondering, side by side,
We stood a moment, still tongue-tied:
And each with black foreboding eyed
The door, ere we should fling it wide,
And leave the sunlight for the gloom:
Till, plucking courage up, at last,
Hard on each other's heels we passed
Into the living room.

Yet, as we crowded through the door,
We only saw a table, spread
For dinner, meat and cheese and bread;
But all untouch'd, and no one there:
As though when they sat down to eat,
Ere they could even taste,
Alarm had come; and they in haste
Had risen and left the bread and meat:
For at the table-head a chair
Lay tumbled on the floor.
We listen'd; but we only heard
The feeble chirping of a bird
That starved upon its perch:
And, listening still, without a word,
We set about our hopeless search.

We hunted high, we hunted low,
And soon ransack'd the empty house;
Then o'er the Island, to and fro,
We ranged, to listen and to look
In every cranny, cleft or nook
That might have hid a bird or mouse:
But, though we searched from shore to shore,
We found no sign in any place:
And soon again stood face to face
Before the gaping door:
And stole into the room once more
As frighten'd children steal.

Aye: though we hunted high and low,
And hunted everywhere,
Of the three men's fate we found no trace
Of any kind in any place,
But a door ajar, and an untouch'd meal,
And an overtoppled chair.

And, as we listen'd in the gloom
Of that forsaken living-room--
O chill clutch on our breath--
We thought how ill-chance came to all
Who kept the Flannan Light:
And how the rock had been the death
Of many a likely lad:
How six had come to a sudden end
And three had gone stark mad:
And one whom we'd all known as friend
Had leapt from the lantern one still night,
And fallen dead by the lighthouse wall:
And long we thought
On the three we sought,
And of what might yet befall.

Like curs a glance has brought to heel,
We listen'd, flinching there:
And look'd, and look'd, on the untouch'd meal
And the overtoppled chair.

We seem'd to stand for an endless while,
Though still no word was said,
Three men alive on Flannan Isle,
Who thought on three men dead.

This article: http://heritage.scotsman.com/index.cfm?id=39712005

Last updated: 14-Feb-05 12:10 GMT

John


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Uileann mar
From: katlaughing
Date: 19 Nov 07 - 10:18 AM

Heya Fellahs, thanks!

Not sure about any of the spellings, etc. as I just found the posting buried in another thread. I hope Hazel comes back and sees this. Seems as though you've both come up with a lot more than she had!

Eerie poem, isn't it?

kat


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Uileann mar
From: GUEST,Philippa
Date: 19 Nov 07 - 11:31 AM

could Hazel possibly be seeking Mo Ghille (Ghile,Ghiolla)Mear?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Uileann mar
From: Brendy
Date: 20 Nov 07 - 08:19 AM

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Uileann mar
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Nov 07 - 10:20 AM

Is a word missing?
"elbows like ..........."


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Uileann mar
From: Brendy
Date: 20 Nov 07 - 10:41 AM

The BBC's Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy: H2G2 has an interesting piece on that poem.

Whether or not it is the song/poem that kat has asked for on behalf of someone else, it's an interesting story in itself.

B.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Uileann mar
From: GUEST,tc
Date: 30 Nov 07 - 08:05 AM

Definitely sounds as if "Mo Ghille Mear" is what you're looking for.....

Regards


tc


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