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29 Sep 13 - 05:07 AM (#3562420) Subject: Songs about global children's health? From: Marion Hello all. I'm looking for song suggestions for a benefit concert for a global children's health charity. Any ideas? |
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29 Sep 13 - 12:37 PM (#3562517) Subject: RE: Songs about global children's health? From: GUEST,mg just give me three grains of corn mother..written during the potato famine and based on a coronor's report from county mayo. tune is unsingable but it can be sung to when you and i were young maggie...should be shortened and edited some. |
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29 Sep 13 - 03:38 PM (#3562571) Subject: Lyr Add: THE IRISH FAMINE From: Commander Crabbe The Irish Famine GIVE me three grains of corn, mother,— Only three grains of corn; It will keep the little life I have Till the coming of the morn. I am dying of hunger and cold, mother,— Dying of hunger and cold; And half the agony of such a death My lips have never told. It has gnawed like a wolf, at my heart, mother,— A wolf that is fierce for blood; All the livelong day, and the night beside, Gnawing for lack of food. I dreamed of bread in my sleep, mother, And the sight was heaven to see; I awoke with an eager, famishing lip, But you had no bread for me. How could I look to you, mother,— How could I look to you For bread to give to your starving boy, When you were starving too? For I read the famine in your cheek, And in your eyes so wild, And I felt it in your bony hand, As you laid it on your child. The Queen has lands and gold, mother,— The Queen has lands and gold, While you are forced to your empty breast A skeleton babe to hold,— A babe that is dying of want, mother, As I am dying now, With a ghastly look in its sunken eye, And famine upon its brow. What has poor Ireland done, mother,— What has poor Ireland done, That the world looks on, and sees us starve, Perishing one by one? Do the men of England care not, mother,— The great men and the high,— For the suffering sons of Erin's isle, Whether they live or die? There is many a brave heart here, mother, Dying of want and cold, While only across the Channel, mother, Are many that roll in gold; There are rich and proud men there, mother, With wondrous wealth to view, And the bread they fling to their dogs to-night Would give life to me and you. Come nearer to my side, mother, Come nearer to my side, And hold me fondly, as you held My father when he died; Quick, for I cannot see you, mother, My breath is almost gone; Mother! dear mother! ere I die, Give me three grains of corn. mg's suggested song. CC |
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29 Sep 13 - 05:30 PM (#3562595) Subject: Lyr Add: DALIT WATER SONG + BOYS OF MOUNT CASHEL From: mg TRUE boy..named Edmond M'Hale I think...from County Mayo. They searched his coat when he died and found the three grains of corn. The coronorer's report made it to a New York Newspaper and I think an Iowa? newspaper in the obituaries...the song or the words anyway were written by an Ameilia??? in 1847 as the famine was going on. I can't think of other songs really but someone should write one based on words of Pope John Paul (I)..he lived in mountains of Italy after WWI and wrote about a cart that used to come by in the early morning and pick up the frozen orphans who had died in the night. Oh..orphan songs..there are some great orphan train songs... Well, actually I have one..probably have posted it but I will write it up here...based on Dalit girls in India having to beg for water..tune is old Irish Connemara by the lake... Dalit water song Please won't you share your water with me For us it's forbidden for you it is free Perhaps just a dipper perhaps just a cup if you gave me a barrel I could drink it all up When the monsoon comes down from the sky it does fall down upon one and down upon all the rain does not ask what religion or race it comes to us all with such goodness and grace My father is forty my mother is thirty They have never drunk water that hasn't been dirty They have never had water to wash all the stains Of the work they must do so the stigma remains we could fill many wells with all of our tears but when we grow up we will be engineers with pure clean water, we will favor the earth and deny it to no one because of their birth CHORUS draw the water up from the well we are so thirsty too thirsty to tell we can't drink the dust and we can't drink the air so draw up the water and give us our share last chorus draw up the water we'll give you our share Actually, here is another for boys who were sexually abused in Mount Cashel orphanage, Newfoundland. Tune is Patriot Game BOYS OF MOUNT CASHEL The boys of Mount Cashel lie wetting their beds They wait in the dark for the footsteps they dread Too stunned and ashamed to show where they have bled The boys of Mount Cashel are crying tonight The fine Christian Brothers so saintly we thought Some really were and some really not They'd have gone on forever except they got caught The boys of Mount Cashel are crying tonight The men of Mount Cashel are going berserk Raring to throttle each pitiful jerk But the magistrates say let the law do its work The boys of Mount Cashel are crying tonight Lives without promise, lives without hope How they must hate us how will they cope I will follow this trail if it leads to the pope The boys of Mount Cashel are crying tonight I want to be there when the blame comes around Sure there's plenty enough for us all to be found And I pray to high heavens that God hears the sound Of the boys of Mount Cashel who are crying tonight Hopefully, there are some happy songs that emerge...nobody in my village has polio anymore...malaria nets are working...we have clean water now etc. Also, I am trying, very unsuccessfully, to put out a CD with girls from all over..age 10-14..singing encouraging hopeful songs for each other..must have no copyright issues, no politics, religion, descriptions of trauma...PM for more details. I am not getting anything in from my friends in US and Canada but I hate to cancel because girls from Poland and Kenya and Mexico are working on it. |
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03 Oct 13 - 06:34 AM (#3563888) Subject: RE: Songs about global children's health? From: GUEST,Marion Thanks for your responses! |
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03 Oct 13 - 07:08 AM (#3563897) Subject: RE: Songs about global children's health? From: GUEST,Fred McCormick John Tunney, son of the Irish traditional singer Paddy Tunney, once wrote a song about the famine victims of Doolough in Mayo, and how they died hin droves having been refused admission to the Doolough workhouse. It was called, if I remember rightly The Doolough Famine Song and draws comparisons with famines in modern times, as per the ending. .............................. A forgotten sign to our own time, When we witness the very same. For from Pakistan to The Sudan Famine victims they wait in need And a country like ours which has known this curse, Must surely take the lead. .......................... Let Your banners be unfurled Against selfish gain and indifference to pain And for justice through out our world. It's set to the tune of The Valley of Knockanure. That's about all I can remember, haven't got time to look out the rest of the song, and I'll be away for the next few days. But I wonder could somebody else fill in the rest of the details? |
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03 Oct 13 - 07:09 AM (#3563898) Subject: RE: Songs about global children's health? From: GUEST,Fred McCormick Sorry, should have added, the best of luck with the concert. |
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03 Oct 13 - 09:22 PM (#3564087) Subject: Lyr Add: NO PLACE FOR CHILDREN From: AnneMC NO PLACE FOR CHILDREN Written by Dan Masters/ recorded by Rik Barron I read in The Times—that's a paper that counts— 'Bout a war in a place, that I can't pronounce. Where the men designed bombs, that look just like toys. They blow off the arms of four-year-old boys. CHORUS: Quick God, come here yourself, Don't send Jesus, your son, 'Cos this place ain't no place for children to come. They cry their eyes blind till they can't see the sun. Well, this place ain't no place for children.... to come. I know a nurse who worked for babies no older than three. Each carries the curse that they call HIV. In the earthly birth from their mothers they're torn. Now I know why they cry when they're born. A long time ago, in a heavenly plan, You sent us your son - Look what we did to him. We turned the Garden of Eden to a desert bone dry, But the one thing that grows, is the number who die. It's four in the morning, I stare at my TV (semi-spoken) At a hungry-eyed child, who stares back at me From a land where the leaders all wish he was dead Grown men who think bullets are better than bread Well I dreamed I met Peter at the heavenly gate He said "Go straight to hell - you're to blame for the fate Of the children who suffered, and the children who died 'Cos you let it happen when you were alive |
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04 Oct 13 - 07:09 AM (#3564175) Subject: RE: Songs about global children's health? From: GUEST,Fred McCormick Ann, good song. Do you ahev any idea of the tune? |