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13 Feb 06 - 02:01 PM (#1667386) Subject: Lyr Req: words and tune for Slievenamon From: geudman 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..... |
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13 Feb 06 - 02:47 PM (#1667436) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: words and tune for Slievenamon From: GUEST 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 |
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13 Feb 06 - 03:04 PM (#1667446) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: words and tune for Slievenamon From: Q (Frank Staplin) 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. |
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13 Feb 06 - 05:55 PM (#1667602) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: words and tune for Slievenamon From: McGrath of Harlow 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. |