Roots and Branches

Episode 10

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Episode 10 of ROOTS AND BRANCHES is a special edition, celebrating the music of Ireland on St Patrick’s Day and dedicated to the memory of Dolores Keane who has died at the age of 72. this episode features the music of SINEAD O’CONNOR, AFTER HOURS, LUKA BLOOM, CHASING ABBEY, DAMIEN DEMPSEY, DANNY BURNS, DOLORES KEANE, JOHN SPILLANE, EMMA LANGFORD, JOHNNY LOGAN, JIMMY MCCARTHY, THE CHIEFTAINS, LISA O’NEILL, MARK GEARY, ELEANOR MACEVOY, PAUL BRADY, THE SAW DOCTORS, THE POGUES, AND CHRISTY MOORE.

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Listening to roots and branches with Jimmy Roots, including roots and branches.

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At the top how left the night, who shouldn't see but a fair young man washing the floor by the candlelight. First she washed them, then she squeezed them, then she hover them out to the right. Then she bogged on the two hours. Going to the well for the bags of water, bringing it home from the maximum team. She went on the right, one over on the game with a bow for me. Mana darling, a tie-roll day. Mana I'm a darling, a tie roll to the road. I'm a very young maiden married to an only green old man. Blue and there's a lovely colour till it has its second dip. And that's the way with the young fella coat. You never know till it gets downfits. Madam I'm a darling, a day roll in the roll. Madame I'm a darling at a roll day. Madam, you got bags of silver, Madam, you got clocks on the land, Madam, you got ships on the ocean. All you need is a handsome man. Madam I'm a darling, a tie roll in the roll. Madam I'm a darling, a day roll day.

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That was the traditional sound of after hours now for the more contemporary sound of Luca Bloom with a song that is totally relevant to what is going on in the world right now. Luca Bloom with I am not at war with anyone.

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I am not out to are with anyone. I am not out to are with anyone. I give my love to Iraq and to America. I give my love to Israel and to Palestine. We could live as one between the sea and sun. I am not out of anyone. We don't need to be friends. I just like to live in with everyone. This rush to all I just say, I am not with anyone. I am not out of anyone. I am not out to all with anyone. I am not out to all with anyone. I am not out to all with anyone.

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I am not at war with anyone. Okay, moving on now to an Irish music combining production from a traditional Irish music. And the group consistent members of Roman Bell, Jonathan Byrne, and Ted Conway. This track was a single that was released last year, and it's called Daughter. This is Chasing Abbey.

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But I've been hearing voices whispering night, they whisper about chips full of light. Stay in a while and live in the finer fart on feeling up far. Fin, fine, fear enough, I'm feeling up, fat on fear and fat, feeling that far on fear and stuff, They watch the stuff, they watch the dye They watch just leave on the line blade dry. It's tough on her, they want to waste the flight The type of shit that keeps to a bad night. I'm feeling that farther neck fart. Feeling that fart on feeling that fall, I'm feeling that fine, feeling a fart.

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Great, great grandfather and grandmother.

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I mean that's a good stuff, and it's a good stuff and still get your stuff and still get your stuff in the store.

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This is having Kevin Barry Monday morning. Hi upon the gallows tree. Kevin Barry gave his young life for the cause of liberty, just love eight in some as he was to death that morning, he proudly held his head on. Just before he faced a hangman in his dreary prisons, British soldiers tortured Barry just because he would not tell all the names of his companions and other things they wish to know. Turn in farmer or we'll kill you.

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Kevin Barry answered no calmly standing to attention, why did he bade his last farewell to his broken hearted mother whose sad grief no one can tell for the cause he proudly cherished this sad parting had to be then to death while softly smiling that old Ireland might be free another martyr for old Ireland, another martyr for the crown whose brutal laws may kill the Irish, but can keep their spirits down? Lads like Barry are no cowards from the fall they will not fly. Lads like Barry will free Ireland for sake they live and die in Mount George one Monday morning. I upon street heaven by gave life for the cause of liberty just like a summers, yet there's no one can deny as he marched to death that morning. He proudly heard his head up.

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Now I first met this next artist when he was first starting out in Denmark back in the early 2000s. He had flown in from Ireland to make a name for himself with the Daily Fire's music fans. Danny Burns and I often shared the stage together in and around Copenhagen. Danny went on to move to the Nashville where he was recorded with O'Brien and Jerry Delvin.

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So hang around of times with natural moment.

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Some really sad news this week in that the Dolores Cain has died on the day before St. Patrick's Day. Dolores has always been one of my favorite Irish singers ever since I first saw her many years ago at the Pontedy Folk Festival. And here she is singing on the solid ground.

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The autumn state. And now I know. Yes, didn't mean all. It's the land that is always done. It's the land that shines up. It's the land that feeds our children. It's the land that you can offer the land. The land owns you. Where is the honest food? The open soul, the simple smile. Who do you want to do for the passing stranger who may rest a while? My fathers may have said these things. Now I know. Yes, didn't they know? The joy a shared friendship brings. Now I know. Yes, then they know. Now we stand on solid round. We stand on solid round. We stand on solid round. We stand on solid round. It's the land that is our wisdom. It's the land that shines us through. It's the land that beats our children. It's the land you cannot on the land. The land on It's the land. It's our wisdom. It's the band. It's the band. It's the band. It's the land on you.

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Dolores is gonna be greatly missed. The next track is Rise Up Lovely Molly, a song from the album My Dark Rosaline and the Island of Dreams, recorded by cork singer and songwriter John Spillan.

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The frost is all over, vanish misfortune, and away we go. Some say that I'm foolish, and more say I'm voice. Apples in winter banish misfortune. Oh love 'tis a cold frozen night, and I am covered in snow as I straight out on a foggy morning in harvest, the morning star the mountain road Over high, high hills and lofty mountains on a long summer's day. Along with my love, I go if all the young maids were blackbirds and trushes, all the young men would be beating the bushes numbers. I've courted and kissed in my time. I will visit my love on the mountain. Last night I dreamt of my own true love. The blackberry blossom rise up lovely molly or high, high hills and lofty mountains on a long summer's day. Along with my love, I go lovely Molly, the frost is all over, and ash misfortune, and away we go. Some say that I'm foolish, and more say I'm wise. Apples in the winter. Contentment is wealth. Oh love, 'tis a cold, frozen night, and I am covered in snow As a straight out on a fucking morning in harvest a morning started, high hills, and lofty mountains on a long summer scale. Alone with my loves up, lovely Molly, the frost is all over. That is misfortune and away me go. And more say I am wise.

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John Spillander with Rise Up Lovely Molly. Emma Langford is an Irish singer-songwriter from Car David, a northern suburb of Limerick City. She released her debut album Quiet Giant in 2017, for which she received the Best Emerging Artist Award and the inaugural RTE Radio One Folk Award. This track is from her 2020 album acorns and is entitled Your Eyes behind me and stronger as my bones.

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Tell them only then I am strong as my bones. Proudly bruises in my lungs with the songs I have sung. Till your eyes find me, I'm strong as my bones. Till then only, then I am strong as my bones. Till your eyes find me, I'm strong as my bones. Till then only, then I am strong as my bones. I'll beat my breast cry a great fearsome crystal colouring as I fly high and when I burn down. Till your eyes fight me as strong as my bones. Till then hony, then I am strong as my bones. Till your eyes fight me, I'm strong as my bones. Till then hony, then I am strong as my bones. But for night alone to no beast battle, stuff as my own. I am strong as my bones. Like a fierce bird prey that knows only bird. With a strength you don't know how your pretty birds flow. Till your eyes find me, I'm strong as my bones. Till then only, then I am strong as my bones. Till your eyes find me, I'm strong as my bones. Till then only, then I am strong as my bones. Till your eyes find me, I'm strong as my bones. Till then only, then I am strong as my bones. Till your eyes find me, I'm strong as my bones.

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Till then only, then I am strong as my bones.

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You're listening to roots and branches with me, Jim Fox. I hope you're enjoying this celebration of Irish music and artists. This is Johnny Logan with Tim Finnegan's wake.

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He had a bro, both rich and sweet, and to the eyes of the world he carried a heart. Put him in a touch of the tibbler's wake. For with the love of the liquor he was born. And help him on his way each day. He did drop from the crater every morning. Well, one morning Tim was rather full. His head fell heavy, that made him shake. He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull. So they carried him home, his corpse to wake. Well, they wrapped him up in a linen sheet, and they laid him out on top of a bed. With a bucket of whiskey at his beak, and a barrel of powder at his head. Well, his friends assembled at the wake, and then his widow called for lunch. First they brought in tea and cakes, then pipes, tobacco, and brandy punch. Biddy O'Brien began to cry. Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see? Tim McGraw, why did you die? Shut your mouth, said Money Mickey. I'm telling you, lots of fun, Billy's wake. Then the other biddy took up the job. A brightest is she or on the shore. But the other one hit her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor. Civil war then did engage. It was woman to woman and man to man. She eline in law was all a rage, and the row and eruption is soon began. Jack Maloney docked his head as a bucket of whiskey flew at him. He docked him falling on the bed, though whiskey scattered over Tim. Be daddy revives and see how he rises. Tim finicking rising in the bedstain. Ow, whiskey round like blazes one, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, trouble, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, tell me, lots of fun, finning.

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It was Johnny Logan with Jim Finnegan's Wake. Um, what a lovely man he is. Next up is Jimmy McCarthy. Now many of you will be familiar with the songs of Jimmy McCarthy that have been recorded by Christy Moore. Songs such as Ride On, Mystic Lipstick, and of course No Frontiers that was recorded by Mary Black and Dolores King. This is Jimmy McCarthy singing another of his songs that was made famous by Christy Moore. This one is called Missing You.

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Not much work for a chippy or swinging a pick. And you can't live alone and I'm not alone. So you sail on the ocean away across the home. So where you're a patty, and where you're a make. Not much use at all. I stacking the brick. And you're made for the spare, and you carry the heart. You hold heavy hard heavily shards. Oh send me. I give up for the price of the life. And oh I send me on the picketilly send me. And who is your martyr? And I your spy. I'm your sparring on the drink. Helps me laugh, helps me cry. And I'm took to the port for a permanent high. Now I laugh a lot less. And I'll cry till I die. But the winter's afridge. Wrapped up in old cardboard on the Charing Cross Bridge. And I'll never go home. It's because of the shape of a misfit's reflection in the shop window pane. So all you young people taking advice before crossing the ocean. You better think wise. Here's the fruit from the West. I give all for the price of the light. And oh I have this in you under picketillas. Oh I miss in you and give on for the price of the light.

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Jimmy McCarthy and Missing You. Time now for some music from a legendary Irish band, The Chieftains. Here they are with a 19th-century Irish song written by Irish poet G.K. Gavin about a man's experiences as he travels to Liverpool. This is the Chieftains with Rocky Road in Dublin.

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I want the witness all the way to the point.

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Wonderful chieftains there. I played this next artist before on roots and branches, and her voice is unmistakable. Lisa O'Neill was born in County Cavern and moved in Dublin at the age of eighteen to study music. The first album was released in 2009. This is Lisa O'Neill singing. If I was a finger.

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What choice had I born the only sky vasil? It is for painter, the colors knowing, I'd paint the whole thing simply again. Where everything runs into everything.

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Wherever is born without since I'm not going to find the princess brings me.

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Beside the cops, there was no place for me. Just the top. And polish up your fox in the watch the crystals via fence and make some jokes at my expense.

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A woman's heart can know. Taste of bittersweet romance. You're still on my mind. And even though I manage on my own, my heart is low. My heart is so low. Can know. So memories flood my weary heart. I mourn for my dreams. I mourn for my wasted love. Twile I know the day survival. My heart is low. My heart is so low. It's only a woman. Only woman's heart can know. My heart is low. My heart is so low.

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Only a woman's heart can be allowed to make a voice with a show.

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Children dying in the street. Now we still added in our own place. To try to reach the future through us. This was meant to be sad so we've heard too much of that before. Right now I only want to be here with you tomorrow. I want to take it today. Teach them that I will lead us into glory. I've sung too much of that before. And trace you footprints. Haven't even no one around. We make love in the ocean. Don't see all the stories. I know peace and love is just coming out. I guess these young boys dying in the ditches is just what being free is all about. How this twisted wreckage down on Main Street will bring us all together in the end. We go marching down the road to freedom.

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Freedom really put together a celebration of Irish music without including these final tracks. The verses from the boys from two sword doctors with N17.

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Well I didn't see much future When I left the Christian brother school. So I went to good file with the west for Tile and I left the gold. That's sometimes when I'm done. I see the free five time. I know that we change the time Now as I tumble down highways O filthy overcrowded trains, there's no one to talk to in transit. So I sit there a daydream in vain And behind all these modern up problems Of living on a foreign soil I can still see the twists and turns of the road square trap.

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Here with the pogue singing Sally McLennan.

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And they all look very happy in the morn. But Jimmy doesn't like it, then the sword.

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With a track from his album A Terrible Beauty. And we play this for all people, men, women and children who are living with a threat of foreign missiles and bombs today. This is Christy Moore with Palestine.

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Let me tell you a story. I'll be quicker as a curve. Terrible news from the whole land. Pictures of children etched in my mind. Buried in the rubble on the fire and line. The Jews and the Arabs lived one on the sea. A thousand years that the Zionist came. Came like a flood. A Makbah was written on the wall and blood. Talk about settlers from far away. Talk about dollars from the USA. Talk about blast bombs, the bullets and the lurch. The shadow with the jackpot hanging over your head. What can you do when they demolish your home? Olive trees, buried and gone. Do you dare to resist? Stand on the road with a rock in your fist. In Palestine. To talk about peace. Like it's a moral obligation. To live with peace under occupation. Talk about talks. We need to talk about the friends that we indulge. The rockets and the tanks and the warships they dispersed. No wonder it seems to be an undemocratic version of democracy. In Palestine. I'll be quick as a cannon. Those terrible news.

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From the whole with the song of Halloween. Thank you all for listening to this longer than usual episode of Rudies and Branches with Medium. If you've enjoyed the show, with your friends and rules, doubled fair city, where the girls were so pretty.

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And she wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets, broad and narrow, crying, cockles and muscles, alive, alas, alive, alive, alike, alush, crying, carcass and muscles, she was a fish longer and sure 'twas no wonder for some was her father mother before And they all wheel through the streets, broad and narrow, crying cockers and muffles, alive, alive alive, alive, alive, alive, crying carcass and mass alive alive. She died of a fever, and no one could save her, and that was the end of sweet Molly. Now her ghost wheels her barrel through the streets, broad and narrow, crying cockers and losers.

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