Juniors warm up: Lullaby Time
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Saint Patrick's Day
Saint Patrick’s Day is March 17th and it is a special holiday in the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland. It marks the death of the patron saint of Ireland, Saint Patrick.
Not a lot is known about Patrick, but we do know that he was born in Britain, and at the age of 16 was captured by Irish raiders and taken back to Ireland where he was kept as a slave, working as a shepherd. He became Christian, and escaped from Ireland to return to Britain where he trained as a priest. He then returned to Ireland to convert the largely pagan Irish to Christianity. It is said that Saint Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland - although there were never any snakes in Ireland, although this is just a saying. Eventually he returned to Britain where he died.
Saint Patrick’s Day is a day when many people with (or without) Irish ancestry celebrate the Irish culture and history. It is also a popular festival in the USA where many Irish people immigrated since the 1700s. Early Irish immigrants to America started the tradition of a Saint Patrick’s Day parade which still happens today.
People wear green and often drink Irish beer or whiskey and eat Irish food - especially corned beef and cabbage.
A shamrock (a four-leafed clover), pot of gold and leprechauns are all associated with Saint Patrick’s Day and are all associated with good luck.
Irish dancing has become very popular. Riverdance is a world-famous dance company who have created a lot of interest in Irish dancing. Here's their most famous dance.
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Find the tin whistle, bodhran (bow-ron), harp, piano, guitar, accordian, uillean pipes (illan).
(Chorus 2x)
O ro the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley - o
O ro the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley - o
And in the bog there was a tree
A rare tree, a rattlin' tree
With the tree in the hole
and the hole in the bog,
and the bog down in the valley-o
(Chorus 1 x)
And on the tree there was a limb
A rare limb, a rattlin' limb,
With the limb on the tree,
and the tree in the hole,
and the hole in the bog
and the bog down in the valley-o.
And on the limb there was a branch ...
And on the branch there was a twig ...
And on the twig there was a nest ...
And in the nest there was an egg ...
And in the egg there was a chick ...
And on the chick there was feather ...
And on the feather there was a flea ...
I'll tell me Ma (Click on title for link to music)
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney say's he loves her
All the boy's are fighting for her
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Oh my true love, are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Ole Jenny Murray says she'll die
If you don't get the fella with the roving eye
Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast City
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast City
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Molly Malone F C7
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger and sure‘twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows
through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
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