megotelek: (erin go bragh)
echoes of the past )
Day 16 - Song that makes you cry
Since it would be too complicated to explain the various bits of movie and TV scores that make me cry, I guess I actually have to come up with a song-song.

It would have to be Four Green Fields by Tommy Makem.



The poem at the beginning, "Requiem for the Croppies":

The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...
No kitchens on the run, no striking camp...
We moved quick and sudden in our own country.
The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp.
A people hardly marching... on the hike...
We found new tactics happening each day:
We'd cut through reins and rider with the pike
And stampede cattle into infantry,
Then retreat through hedges where cavalry must be thrown.
Until... on Vinegar Hill... the final conclave.
Terraced thousands died, shaking scythes at cannon.
The hillside blushed, soaked in our broken wave.
They buried us without shroud or coffin
And in August... the barley grew up out of our grave.

moar )
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Here's an Irish blessing for the day:

May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven
half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

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