Friday, February 24, 2012

Dark Rose

Little Rose, be not sad for all that hath behapped thee:
The friars are coming across the sea, they march on the main.
From the Pope shall come thy pardon, and from Rome, from the East-
And stint not Spanish wine to my Little Dark Rose.
Long the journey that I made with her from yesterday till today,
Over mountains did I go with her, under the sails upon the sea,
The Erne I passed by leaping, though wide the flood,
And there was string music on each side of me and my Little Dark Rose!
Thou hast slain me, O my bride, and may it serve thee no whit,
For the soul within me loveth thee, not since yesterday nor today,
Thou has left me weak and broken in mien and in shape,
Betray me not who love thee, my Little Dark Rose!
I would walk the dew with thee and the meadowy wastes,
In hope of getting love from thee, or part of my will,
Frangrant branch, thou didst promise me that thou hadst for me love-
And sure the flower of all Munster is Little Dark Rose!
Had I a yoke of horses I would plough against the hills,
In middle-Mass I'd make a gospel of my Little Dark Rose,
I'd give a kiss to the young girl that would give her mouth to me,
And behind the liss would lie embracing my Little Dark Rose!
The Erne shall rise in rude torrents, hills shall be rent,
The sea shall roll in red waves, and blood be poured out,
Every mountain glen in Ireland, and the bogs shall quake
Some day ere shall perish my Little Dark Rose


Richard Collins said...

A great rendering of a great lament. I have "borrowed" it for my blog if you do not mind.

Carol said...

Richard, Isn't it magnificent? Please do spread the love.

I have just now visited your blog. I love your style of writing and zeal. I've heard many saying great things but my schedule has me so in the weeds, I rarely get around blogosphere. I'm so glad you dropped by so I could click your link and add you to my blogroll.

Left-footer said...

Moved me to tears. I, too, like Richard, must put this on my blog with acknowledgements to you.

Thank you and God bless!

Jack O'Malley said...

Carol, thanks for making this beautiful rendition of Róisín Dubh a separate post. Róisín Elsafty is (even to my untrained ear) a marvel. Her sister Naisrín is as well. May God bless Conamara. But Donegal also is producing outstanding artists. See the same comment (or a later one) in which I linked to Maria McCool.

See also Breathnach's plethora of suggestions for sean nós on youtube and in the local area. I've got a few other links which recall to me the time I spent in traveling the Gaeltacht many decades ago and if you don't mind I'll add a few of them in due time.

God bless you for your love of Irish culture and may the Catholic Faith be restored to Ireland after these unconscionable treacheries by bishops and priests.

Carol said...

Jack, I will check out her sister. Thanks so much for gracing us with this powerful performance. All of the information, links - are so magnificent, I am thinking of gathering it all up into one blog post and putting it on my sidebar as a link so it's accessible and can be added to. There are numerous places that have talented sessions, Irish artists and the like that I love to go to - O'Sheas on Cape Cod and another in the old grist mill in Plymouth. I think I can even gin up another blog and link it here. I don't have the time to really do it justice but it would be a better way to add feature all this info that is just too good to bury in a comments section of a couple of posts.

Carol said...

Here's a start.

StevenD-Jasper said...

Hi Carol,

I noticed for the past frew weeks our preist has been leaving out (in the Penitential rite), this part:

through my fault
through my fault
through my most grievous fault

is this right? Or am I missing something?


#### Penitential rite #######

All: I confess to almighty God,
and to you, my brothers and sisters,
that I have greatly sinned
in my thoughts and in my words,
in what I have done,
and in what I have failed to do;
through my fault
through my fault
through my most grievous fault
Therefore, I ask blessed Mary, ever virgin,
all the angels and saints,
and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the Lord our God.
Priest:May almighty God have mercy on us, forgive us our sins, and bring us to everlasting life. Amen. .

Carol said...

They're saying the Confiteor but leaving mea culpa out?

If you can capture a video of it on your cell phone, we may be able to get it fixed!

They're not doing the confiteor at all where I am - rather they are using the Christ Have Mercy prayer for the Penitential Rite. It's perfectly licit to use this prayer instead, but definitely wussy.

StevenD-Jasper said...

"They're saying the Confiteor but leaving mea culpa out?"

I think he included some mea culpa but it was this below. Now, should the preist follow the actual text normally, or can they modify it a little?


through my fault
through my fault
through my most grievous fault

StevenD-Jasper said...

*it wasn't*

breathnach said...

Thanks to Carol for indulging our pre-St. Patrick's day culture fest.

Thanks to Jack for the good words on the prior thread.