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25 Sep 02 - 01:48 PM (#791135) Subject: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: wilco I was researching the "Legend of the Rebel Soldier," and there was a reference to its progenitor "Shall my Soul Pass thru old Ireland." What is the origin/age/chords of "Shall my Soul Pass through Old Ireland?" I live in an area that is surrounded by US Civil War battlefields (ie Chickamauga), and there is always interest in Civil War songs. The Irish version of this would be wonderful history!!!! Wilco in Tennessee |
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25 Sep 02 - 02:07 PM (#791147) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Big Mick Supersearch turns up these two threads: http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?ThreadID=2509 http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=18252#179955 DT search turns up this song: http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=5257 |
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25 Sep 02 - 02:08 PM (#791149) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Sorcha I have it. It was written by Kevin Barry in 1920 to the hunger strikers in Brixton Prison where Terence McSwinney, Lord Mayor of Cork, died. Do you need the lyrics and tune? I have both. Tune in either G or Bb. |
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25 Sep 02 - 02:12 PM (#791150) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Big Mick Sorch, I would love a copy. Can you scan it and send it to me? Mick |
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25 Sep 02 - 02:12 PM (#791151) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Sorcha Sure--but did Kevin Barry write it or is that the name of the tune? Which key? |
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25 Sep 02 - 02:21 PM (#791155) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Big Mick Kevin Barry is the name of the tune. Would you mind sending it in both keys? All the best, Mick |
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25 Sep 02 - 02:22 PM (#791158) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Sorcha OK, coming up.........3 pages, 3 e mails. |
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25 Sep 02 - 03:04 PM (#791190) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: McGrath of Harlow The tune is a lot older than either Kebon Barry or Shall my Soul- it's the one used for "Rolling Home to Dear Old England" (or to any other place that fits, where you might be rolling home to).
Since Terence McSwiney died on 25th October 1920 in Brixton and Kevin Barry was shot in Mountjoy a week later on 1st November it's not too likely he'd have had anything to do with writing the song.
My impression is that both songs emerged independently, using the same tune. |
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25 Sep 02 - 04:20 PM (#791236) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Sorcha Thank you, McGrath. |
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25 Sep 02 - 06:54 PM (#791331) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: McGrath of Harlow But of course Kevin Barry wasn't shot, he was hanged. A strange mistake I made there. But the dates were correct. |
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25 Sep 02 - 08:31 PM (#791395) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Noreen Shoot me like an Irish soldier, Do not hang me like a dog... |
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26 Sep 02 - 06:28 AM (#791576) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Big Tim "Better to die like a man than be shot like a dog in the ditches" - Fr. John Murphy (of Boolavogue) - 26 May 1798. |
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26 Sep 02 - 08:57 AM (#791665) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Pied Piper "Best not to get shot at all"- Pied Piper ( pearls of wisdom VolII) |
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26 Sep 02 - 11:50 AM (#791791) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: wilco Thanks for all of the info. What I have heard is that it was an American Civil War tune (1861-1865). I thought the Irish version predated it. Wilco in Tennessee |
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26 Sep 02 - 06:42 PM (#792049) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Gareth Tunes and songs are imortal - only the history changes. Gareth |
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27 Sep 02 - 11:30 AM (#792406) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: wilco Is it possible that the US version predates the Irish? Wilco in Tennessee |
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27 Sep 02 - 10:00 PM (#792745) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Hrothgar Heresy, Wilco!!! Worse heresy - not an Irish tune - they just pinched it for their songs. |
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28 Sep 02 - 06:29 AM (#792886) Subject: RE: Help: Shall my Soul pass thru Old Ireland From: Big Tim Here's some more verses on the subject. Written by Brian O'Higgins, 1882-1949. He fought in the Easter Rising. The lyrics are prefaced by O'Higgins' own note: "I was digging out potatoes in a sheltered field within a few hundred yards of Kilmainham Jail...when the news came to me that Terence MacSwiney's long battle for Ireland's honour and Ireland's independence was at an end, that his 73 days of agony were over and that he lay dead in Brixton Prison in London. And there by myself in that quiet field in the cool of an October afternoon I put these words of tribute together and sent them down that same night to the "Irish Independent" in which they appeared next morning along with other tributes that were pouring in to Ireland hour by hour from all over the world". Shed we no tear for you Terence MacSwiney! God set the seal of his love on your brow, Gave you to Ireland - a saint and a soldier, Who can be fitter to plead for her now? Joy for the valiant heroic heart of you! Joy for the soul of you whiter than snow, Joy for the Cause that has claimed your allegiance, Your death is its challenge to friend and to foe! Raise we no "caoine" [keen, mournful cry] for you Terence MacSwiney, High is our pride in your name and your deed, Humble our prayer to the great God of Battles, That we, too, will be strong in this dark hour of need. Joy for your love and your faith and your courage, Glowing and glad to the last anguished breath, Thanks be to God for you Terence MacSwiney, Thanks be to God for your life and your death! |
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14 Oct 08 - 06:38 PM (#2465726) Subject: Lyr Add: WILL MY SOUL PASS THROUGH IRELAND? From: Jim Dixon From Kickham, Charles Joseph. Knocknagow; or, The Homes of Tipperary. Dublin: A.M. Sullivan, 1879. (This is a popular book that has been reprinted many times. The scene described here takes place in Liverpool.)
"'There is then, sir,' said she, 'but maybe 'tisn't much, an' I oughtn't to be bothering you with it.... "'Well, sir,' she said, looking anxiously into my face, 'I'd like to know will my soul pass through Ireland?'" ############################################################################## First 2 verses copied from Meehan, Eleanor Childs. Memories of a Red-Letter Summer. Cincinnati: The Robert Clarke Co, 1903, p 102. --which seems to be more reliable though it is incomplete; and the remainder copied from a genealogy web site, where it is said to come from The Brooklyn Eagle, Brooklyn, New York, USA; Feb 15, 1880: WILL MY SOUL PASS THROUGH IRELAND? [Dennis O'Sullivan?] 1. "Oh, Soggarth Aroon! sure I know life is fleeting; Soon, soon in the strange earth my poor bones will lie; I have said my last prayer and received my last blessing, And if the Lord's willing, I'm ready to die. But, Soggarth Aroon! can I never again see The valleys and hills of my dear native land? When my soul takes its flight from this dark world of sorrow, Will it pass through old Ireland to join the blest band? 2. "Oh, Soggarth Aroon! sure I know that in heaven The loved ones are waiting and watching for me; And the Lord knows how anxious I am to be with them In those realms of joy, with the souls pure and free. Yet, Soggarth, I pray, ere you leave me forever, Relieve the last doubt of a poor, dying soul, Whose hope, next to God, is to know that when leaving, 'Twill pass through old Ireland on the way to its goal. 3. "O Soggarth Aroon! I have kept through all changes The thrice blessed shamrock to lay o'er my clay; [THERE SEEMS TO BE A MISSING LINE HERE.—JD] And oh, it has 'minded me, so far, far away. Then tells me, I pray you, will I ever again see The place where it grew, on my own native sod? When my body lies cold in the land of the stranger, Will my soul pass through Erin on its way to our God?" 4. "Arrah, bless you, my child, sure I thought it was heaven You wanted to go to the moment you died, And such is the place on the ticket I'm given, But a coupon for Ireland I'll stick to its side: Your soul shall be free as the wind o'er the prairies, And I'll land you at Cork on the banks of the Lee; And two little angels I'll give you, like fairies, To guide you all right over mountain and lea." 5. "Arrah, Soggarth Aroon! Can't you do any better? I know that my feeling may peril your grace, [ANOTHER LINE MISSING HERE?] I won't make a landing at any such place. The spot I long for is sweet Enniskillen, As among the far down I was born and bred— The Corkies I never much fancied while living, And I don't want to visit them after I'm dead. 6. "Let me fly to the hills where my soul can make merry, In the north, where the shamrock more plentiful grows; In the county of Cavan, Fermanagh and Derry I'll linger till called to a better repose. And the angels you give me will find it inviting To visit the shrines in the Island of Saints; If they bring from St. Patrick's a small bit of writing They'll never have a reason for any complaints." 7. "A soul, my dear child, that has pinions upon it Need not be confined to a province so small— Though Ulster and Munster, and Leinster and Connaught— In less than a jiffy you're over it all. Then visit sweet Cork, where your Soggarth was born, No doubt many new things have come into vogue, But one thing you'll find, that, both night, noon and morn, As for centuries back, there's no change in the brogue." 8. "Good Mother, assist me in this my last hour. [ANOTHER LINE MISSING HERE?] And, Soggarth for all, and for all you have power, And I take it as penance for what I have said; And now, since you tell me through Ireland I'm passing, And finding the place so remarkably small, I'll never let on to the angels in crossing That we know a distinction in counties at all." Soggarth aroon = dear priest |