Lyr/Tune Req: Slievenamon

Subject: Lyr Req: words and tune for Slievenamon
From: geudman
Date: 13 Feb 06 - 02:01 PM

AKA Woman of the Mountain
I have a few lines (one of those melodramatic Irish tunes):

Alone all alone by the wave wash strand,
alone in a crowded hall.
The hall it is gay,
and the waves they are grand,
but my heart is not here at all.....

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: words and tune for Slievenamon
From: GUEST
Date: 13 Feb 06 - 02:47 PM

For the words go to :- http://ingeb.org/songs/aloneall.html
for a tune try "ABC tunefinder" here :-http://trillian.mit.edu/~jc/cgi/abc/TuneFind?P=Slievenamon&m=title&W=wide&limit=100&thresh=5&find=FIND


regards Jake

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: words and tune for Slievenamon
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 13 Feb 06 - 03:04 PM

Words to one version in the DT here, and also a midi.
For information see thread 906: Slievenamon
Thread 906 will lead you to other threads and other variations. There are many verses.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: words and tune for Slievenamon
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 13 Feb 06 - 05:55 PM

The Anthem of County Tipperary.

Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand
All alone in the crowded hall.
The hall is gay, and the waves they are grand.
But my heart is not here at all.
It flies far away, by night and by day
To the times and the joys that are gone.
And I will never forget the sweet maiden I met
In the valley near Slievenamon.

It was not the grace of her queenly aire
Nor her cheek of the rose's glow
Nor her soft black eyes, not her flowing hair
Nor was it her lily-white brow,
Twas the soul of truth, and of melting ruth
And the smile like a summer dawn
That sold my heart away on a soft summer day
In the valley near Slievenamon.

In the festive hall, by the starwashed shore,
Ever my restless spirit cries.
"My love, on, my love, shall I ne'er see you more.
And my land, will you never uprise?
By night and by day, I ever, ever pray
While lonely my life flow on
To see our flag unfurled and my true love to enfold
In the valley near Slievenamon.

But my father always used to sing the end:
"To see our flag unrolled and my true love to hold
'Neath the Green White and Gold,
In the valley near Slievenamon."

Which is totally un-historical (as well as not scanning too well), but it's how they sang it when he was interned in Kilkenny in the Civil War.