10 Jun 10 - 12:45 PM (#2924690) Subject: the shamrock shore - From: GUEST,Rick I've got a song which has lyrics which are different than the standard version of the song that I've heard - the one I have starts "Farewell dear Erin's native isle, for here I cannot stay" - it seems totally different than the other versions of "The Shamrock Shore" I've seen - does anyone know a song with the lyrics I mentioned - maybe it commonly has another title? Wondering if anyone knows anything about it - thanks - |
10 Jun 10 - 12:55 PM (#2924698) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - From: Joe Offer Hi, Rick- We have it listed in our Irish Songbook Index, under the index for Irish Emigrant Ballads and Songs: THE SHAMROCK SHORE* 187 "Farewell, dear Erin's native isle," Source: "Irish Tunes Collected by Frank Kidson," Journal of the Folk-Song Society, no. 9 (the fourth part of vol. II), 1906, 255-56. At least two songs shared this title. Irish Emigrant Ballads and Songs is a rare, expensive book. Let's see if somebody has the book and can post the lyrics. Can you post what you have, to give us a start? -Joe- |
10 Jun 10 - 01:43 PM (#2924757) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: GUEST thanks Joe - yes, I've got a verse - it's
as I do intend to cross the sea, bound for America, to leave the land that gave me birth then fare ye well my loving friends around the Shamrock Shore |
10 Jun 10 - 02:07 PM (#2924778) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: Joe Offer Ah, that's very helpful. I looked through your verse for the phrase that was least likely to be changed or misunderstood or spelled differently, and I chose "intend to cross the sea." I put that phrase in Mudcat search, and came up with a few alternatives:
-Joe- The Margaret Barry song is lost in a generic thread with lots and lots of songs, so I think I'll copy-paste the song here:
Posted By: Malcolm Douglas 20-Jun-01 - 03:23 PM Thread Name: Lyr Req: Seeking Irish Lyrics II Subject: Lyr Add: FAREWELL, MY OWN DEAR NATIVE LAND I had to go to the dentist, so I looked in at the city library on the way back and borrowed Farewell, My Own Dear Native Land (Topic TSCD 654). Here's the text as sung by Margaret Barry at Bill Leader's mother's house in Camden Town, mid-1968 : Castle Garden, also known as Clinton Castle - located in Battery Park at the far southern tip of Manhattan, this facility served as the U.S. immigration processing center from 1855-1890 (Ellis Island opened in 1892). Fil Campbell has a very nice recording of the Margaret Barry song. |
10 Jun 10 - 04:37 PM (#2924925) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: GUEST thank you! |
10 Jun 10 - 06:21 PM (#2925015) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: Steve Gardham There are at least 6 different broadside ballads with this title plus a 'New Shamrock Shore'. I haven't actually seen a broadside version of the one being discussed here but no doubt that's where O'Lochlainn got it. |
10 Jun 10 - 06:30 PM (#2925026) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: GUEST,^&* Roud's Folksong Index gives the number 1455 to this family of songs - you can hunt them out with the Search function. The first line varies quite a lot. |
10 Jun 10 - 06:46 PM (#2925040) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: GUEST,^&* Steve: Yes, O Lochlainn gives a broadside as the source of the words, with two references to Joyce texts for the tune. |
11 Jun 10 - 07:40 AM (#2925345) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: Commander Crabbe Here is another version which is sung by Karan Casey from the CD "Songlines". Shamrock Shore (Quoted as Traditional) You brave young sons of Erin's Isle I hope you will attend awhile 'Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate 'Twas black and cursed was the day When our parliament was taken away And all of our griefs and sufferings commences from that day For our hardy sons and daughters fair To other countries must repair And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore Fo seek employment they must roam Far, far away from the native home From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore Now Ireland is with plenty blessed But the people, we are sore oppressed All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey Some haughty landlords for to please Our houses and our lands they'll seize To put fifty farms into one and take us all away Regardless of the widow's sighs The mother's tears and orphan's cries In thousands we were driven from home which grieves my heart full sore We were forced by famine and disease To emigrate across the seas From that sore, opressed island that they called the shamrock shore Our sustenance all taken away The tithes and taxes for to pay To support that law-protected church to which they do adhere And our Irish gentry, well you know To other countries they do go And the money from old Ireland they squandered here and there For if our squires would stay at home And not to other countries roam But to build mills and factories here to employ the laboring poor For if we had trade and commerce here To me no nation could compare To that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore John Bull, he boasts, he laughs with scorn And he says that Irishman is born To be always discontented for at home we cannot agree But we'll banish the tyrants from our land And in harmony like sisters stand To demand the rights of Ireland, let us all united be And our parliament in College Green For to assemble, it will be seen And happy days in Erin's Isle we soon will have once more And dear old Ireland soon will be A great and glorious country And peace and blessings soon will smile all around the shamrock shore CC |
15 Jun 10 - 10:23 PM (#2928714) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: Jim Dixon The Roud Index says that THE SHAMROCK SHORE, beginning "Farewell dear Erin's native isle" is in "A Garland of English Folk-Songs" by Frank Kidson (London : Ascherberg, Hopwood & Crew, [1926]), pages 52-53. |
16 Jun 10 - 11:58 AM (#2929157) Subject: Lyr Add: SHAMROCK SHORE: 'You curious searchers... From: Jim Dixon This seems as good a place as any to collect ALL the different songs that go by the name SHAMROCK SHORE. Here's one: From the Bodleian Library broadside collection, 2806 b.10(211). (The collection has at least 9 different editions of this song). SHAMROCK SHORE. You curious searchers of each nation, Who can contentment and mirth afford, Pray give attention to my relation, Which I sincerely as truth lay down. When first I passed that pleasant garden, Where I the remnant of youth first wore, I mean the valley free from contagion, Like Blessed Eden, the Shamrock Shore. My golden days I have surely wasted In drinking, gaming, and such pastime, And other joys which I have tasted, Which sent me ranging a foreign clime. Still embracing each fugent function, At length to fair London town I came, Where I beheld Venus in conjunction, With blundering Bacchus did seem to reign. There you see madams with loads of laces, Enough to eclipse the rising sun, Their modest looks and painted faces, You would surely swear each was a nun. But do believe me, their fond embraces Are to delude us wanton slaves, No love is fixed with their fond endearments, And all are fools to their jilting games. I spent my fortune there while it lasted, Among these gaudy bewitching train, And when I found it all exhausted, I shipped to traverse the raging main. I sailed to India, 'twas my desire, And when the climate too was known, I thought the world was all on fire, Such heat derived from the torrid zone. I viewed with pleasure and admiration, Their silver streams and golden mines, Their fruitful vallies and rich plantations, That bounteous heaven hath so penn'd; But had I the wealth of that great nation, I would forsake and as many more, To taste the sweet and pleasant recreation, That is still reigning on the Shamrock Shore. Ulysses twenty long years did wander, His fame impeached, for to regain His darling Penelope, in his absence For his sake she would be slain. Tho' I'm a stranger to all these losses, And sad misfortunes these Grecians bore, Yet I am plagued by these watering crosses, That keeps me from my native shore. You Moorish damsels, you fair Adonians, Persians, Tartars, and Turks likewise, You proud Mulattos, and Yanky tawnys, Your gaudy shawls I do despise. You gloomy aspects and greasy features, Who can compare such tawdry core, To smiling, charming, beautiful faces, That are here on the Shamrock Shore. But now we are ploughing the briny ocean, And bound for home if God spares our lives, I will tell you truly my settled notion, If war be over peace still survives. I'll struggle and strive without cessation, To reach my native soil once more, Where in pious work and contemplation, I will end my days on the Shamrock Shore. |
16 Jun 10 - 12:36 PM (#2929171) Subject: Lyr Add: THE SHAMROCK SHORE: 'You Muses nine...' From: Jim Dixon From the Bodleian Library broadside collection, 2806 b.11(168). 2806 b.9(258) is nearly identical. The collection has about 5 versions of this song. Furthermore, it has about 7 unrelated songs that begin "You Muses nine...", which seems to be one of the stock beginnings, like "Come all ye..." or "As I walked out..." THE SHAMROCK SHORE. You Muses nine, with me combine, And grant me some relief, While here alone I sigh and moan, And overpowered with grief; I am left here in dread and fear, Far from my friends at home, With a troubled mind, no rest can find, Since I left the Shamrock Shore. In the blooming spring, when birds do sing. And the lambs do sport and play, My way I took, my friends forsook, Till I came to Dublin Quay: I entered as a passenger, For Liverpool I sailed o'er, And I bid farewell to all my friends, And the girl of the Shamrock Shore. To Glasgow fair I did repair, Some pleasure there to find, I own it was a pleasant place, Down by the banks of Clyde; The people there were very nice, And rich were the pearls they wore. I seen none there that could compare, To the maids of the Shamrock Shore. 'Tis when at night I go to bed, For rest I cannot find none, When I compose my eyes to close, I think on the joys at home; 'Tis when I drink I always think, As I often did before When I thought long to compose my song In praise of the Shamrock Shore. So now to conclude, God bless my friends, For my quill begins to fail, Farewell unto you, mother dear, I hope you won't bewail; Farewell now to my comrades all, And the girl I do adore, And I think long to sing my song, In praise of the Shamrock Shore. |
16 Jun 10 - 12:56 PM (#2929188) Subject: Lyr Add: SHAMROCK SHORE: 'Come all you fair...' From: Jim Dixon From the Bodleian Library broadside collection, Harding B 28(158). Harding B 28(154) seems to be nearly identical, but is partly illegible. SHAMROCK SHORE Come all you fair maidens draw nigh, Draw nigh that fear soldiers to wed, And by my example take warning, And banish them out of your head. For I was light-hearted and happy, But now all my pleasures are o'er, Since my soldier he is gone and left me, Far, far, from the Shamrock shore. My father's snug neat little cottage, Was plac'd on the banks of the Dee, And as blythe as a lark every morning, Contented I rose up to spin. When my soldier he enter'd my dwelling, Such transports I ne'er knew before, But, alas! he has left me bewailing, Alone on the Shamrock Shore. In Lifford the regiment was quarter'd, To which my bonny brave soldier belong'd, And through some small dispute with a serjeant, My bonny brave soldier was wrong'd. My love was tied up to the halberts, His back with the lashes was torn, And that was the cause of him going Far, far from the Shamrock shore. My love has volunteer'd and has left me. To my soldier I'll always prove true; How can I forget the sad moment, When parting he bid me adieu. I'll press my sweet child in my arms, Until I behold him once more, Safe back from the cannon's loud rattle, And safe home on the Shamrock Shore. Adieu to the banks of fine water, Adieu to my parents and all, Since the father has own'd his own daughter, Unto some distant village I'll go. I'll take my sweet child in my arms, And I will go see him once more. He's safe home from the cannon's loud rattle, Safe home on the Shamrock shore. |
16 Jun 10 - 02:23 PM (#2929248) Subject: Lyr Add: SHAMROCK SHORE: 'Ye broken hearted heroes From: Jim Dixon The Bodleian Library broadside collection has only one copy of this song: Harding B 17(280b)—more's the pity, because in places it is barely legible. Also, some lines don't scan well, having too few syllables; and some don't seem grammatical, hinting that some words were mistakenly left out. Nevertheless, I have tried to transcribe it exactly as I see it, warts and all, so to speak, except for a couple of places I have added remarks in brackets. SHAMROCK SHORE Ye broken hearted heroes that love your liberty I pray you give attention and listen unto me Till I relate our hardships great which we have suffered sore, Since we passed our native isle called the Shamrock shore. Its in our native country we might have liv'd well But trade being bad and taxes high our lands were forced to sell Unto that land of liberty we then did venture o'er Its there our fortune for to try and leave sweet shamrock shore. On the 1st day of April from Belfast we set sail Fortune did favour us with a sweet & pleasant gale And on the 24th we came to Baltimore, Where in full bumpers we did toss[=toast?] the boys of Shamrock shore. In Baltimore we staid until our money was gone Still waiting for employment but here we could find none, In this place it was the case with many a hundred more, They often wish'd themselves back again upon sweet shamrock shore. Through the wild of America for six months stray'd, Sometimes the sky to cover us and cold ground our bed Wild beasts and poisonous insects us ready to devour, None of those reptiles we e'er saw when on sweet shamrock shore. At length my loving comrades and I had to divide We being four in number three with hardships died The loss of my dear comrades it grieves my heart sore, They'd to live to leave their bones on the Shamrock shore. While I am alone I sigh and moan, no comfort can I find, The loss of my dear comrades it often fills my mind I've travelled through this country four hundred miles and more But I could find no friend so kind as on the shamrock shore. Ye Sons of Hibernia I now bid adieu My mind never ease since I first parted you I am expectation that I again once more Roll in splendor with the mains[?] of shamrock shore. Ye sons of Erin be advised and stay at home I pray, And do not venture this Land called America I assure it is not now as it was in the days of yore There's numbers here could wish themselves back on the shamrock shore |
09 Nov 11 - 11:55 AM (#3253629) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: MartinRyan Refresh |
17 Apr 14 - 10:31 AM (#3619726) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: GUEST,Connie the Soldier There's a song called "Alone on the Shamrock Shore", which was collected in Newfoundland I think. Does anyone know the what melody it was sung to? |
18 Apr 14 - 02:02 AM (#3619950) Subject: ADD: Alone on the Shamrock Shore From: Joe Offer Hi, Connie - Here's the Traditional Ballad Index entry on "Alone on the Shamrock Shore." I'll try to get around to posting the melody over the next day or two, but it's too late in the day now. Alone on the Shamrock Shore (Shamrock Shore III)DESCRIPTION: The singer married a sailor/soldier and now wanders disowned by her parents, "Alone on the Shamrock shore" with her baby. Called to fight, her husband has a disagreement with his superior and is hanged/whipped.AUTHOR: unknown EARLIEST DATE: before 1825 (broadside, Bodleian Harding B 28(158)) KEYWORDS: grief courting marriage warning war death baby wife sailor soldier trial punishment abuse FOUND IN: Canada(Newf) REFERENCES (1 citation): Peacock, pp. 418-419, "Alone on the Shamrock Shore" (1 text, 1 tune) ST Pea418 (Partial) Roud #9786 RECORDINGS: Mrs Mary Ann Galpin, "Alone on the Shamrock Shore" (on PeacockCDROM) [one verse only] BROADSIDES: Bodleian, Harding B 28(158), "Shamrock Shore" ("Come all you fair maidens draw nigh"), W. Armstrong (Liverpool), 1820-1824; also Harding B 28(154), "Shamrock Shore"; Harding B 11(2239), "New Shamrock Shore"; 2806 c.17(382), "Shamrack Shore"; Harding B 11(919), "Disdained Daughter of the Shamrock Shore" ALTERNATE TITLES: Disdained Daughter of the Shamrock Shore NOTES: The Bodleian broadsides "Shamrock Shore"/"Shamrack Shore"/"New Shamrock Shore" replaces the sailor by a soldier, the "trifle dispute with his captain" becomes a "small dispute with a serjeant" at Lifford and the war, if specified, is against "the bold rebels"; "Disdained Daughter..." retains the sailor, the war is with Spain and the incident is at Portsmouth [as in Peacock's version]; in all broadsides the hanging is a lashing, father's castle is a "snug neat little cottage...." Perhaps the "New" title indicates that the sailor version is the older. - BS To add to the fun, the whole thing reminds me strongly of "The Gallant Hussar (A Damsel Possessed of Great Beauty)," though there don't seem to be many direct allusions. - RBW Last updated in version 2.6 File: Pea418 Go to the Ballad Search form Go to the Ballad Index Instructions The Ballad Index Copyright 2014 by Robert B. Waltz and David G. Engle. ALONE ON THE SHAMROCK SHORE Come all you fair maids take a warning,
It is down by the banks of the water
We kissed and we courted each other
'Twas in Portsmouth their ship lay at anchor,
So I'll press my tender babe to my bosom, Collected by Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume 2, pages 418-419 Click to play (joeweb) |
18 Apr 14 - 02:05 PM (#3620103) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: Joe Offer I posted a MIDI in the message above. Is there anybody who knows the song who can tell me if it sounds right? |
18 Apr 14 - 09:09 PM (#3620176) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: Joe Offer I posted a MIDI in the message above. Is there anybody who knows the song who can tell me if it sounds right? |
22 Apr 14 - 06:02 AM (#3621107) Subject: RE: the shamrock shore - not the usual one From: GUEST,Connie the Soldier Joe, that's the one I was looking for, many thanks. |