Jun 2015
( Song )*
Europe in the dark age, was swept by an ignorant plague
While Ireland was known for poets, scholars, and saints
Invaders, would have Éire destroyed while only hurting themselves
For it was the Celts, who taught poetry to ancient Greece
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
Beaten, almost forgotten she was
Her sons sent off to the colonies
And Ná Fíle; her poets, became beggars in the streets
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Thank you Lady Gregory!
Thank you A.E.!
Thank you Will. B. Yeats!
Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too!
Thank you Mr. Synge!
Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Thank you Lady Gregory!
Thank you A.E.!
Thank you Will. B. Yeats!
Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too!
Thank you Mr. Synge!
Thank you Standish Ó Grady, and Pearse!
Thank you Connolly, James!
Thank you Merriman, Ferguson too!
Thank you Rua Ó Súlleabháin!
Thank you James Clarence Mangan!
Thank you Tommy Davis!
Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde!
Of all the nations of the world
Only Ireland's dream is a poet's dream
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
Great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
Europe in the dark age, was swept by an ignorant plague
While Ireland was known for poets, scholars, and saints
Invaders, would have Éire destroyed while only hurting themselves
For it was the Celts, who taught poetry to ancient Greece
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
Beaten, almost forgotten she was
Her sons sent off to the colonies
And Ná Fíle; her poets, became beggars in the streets
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Thank you Lady Gregory!
Thank you A.E.!
Thank you Will. B. Yeats!
Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too!
Thank you Mr. Synge!
Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
They tried to burn her culture down
But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground
Thank you Lady Gregory!
Thank you A.E.!
Thank you Will. B. Yeats!
Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too!
Thank you Mr. Synge!
Thank you Standish Ó Grady, and Pearse!
Thank you Connolly, James!
Thank you Merriman, Ferguson too!
Thank you Rua Ó Súlleabháin!
Thank you James Clarence Mangan!
Thank you Tommy Davis!
Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde!
Of all the nations of the world
Only Ireland's dream is a poet's dream
Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
Great garden
Love Songs of Connacht
In 1893 W.B. Yeats published The Celtic Twilight, a collection of lore and reminiscences from the West of Ireland. The book closed with the poem "Into the Twilight". It was this book and poem that gave the Irish Literary revival its nickname. In this year Hyde, Eugene O'Growney and Eoin MacNeill founded the Gaelic League, with Douglas Hyde becoming its first President. It was set up to encourage the preservation of Irish culture, its music, dances and language. Also in that year appeared Hyde's The Love Songs of Connacht, which inspired Yeats, John Millington Synge and Lady Gregory.
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