Amhran na Leabhar

[@marybateman8127]

a lovely rendition. I love the dark timbres of instruments and voices here. It perfectly recalls the image of the boatload of old books sinking into the wild seas around Ireland.

[@nickelrider]

Lorcan I cannot thank you and your colleagues enough. I discovered these pieces during the lockdown. I spent a great deal of time in the back yard building a earthen mound, maybe a passage tomb eventually. I listened to your songs here for... what felt like... years. As I worked with the mud and the clay I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. I want to come home to the isles.

[@lorcanmacmathuna]

Wow, thats a cool project. Good luck with it, and please send me a video or picture when your done if you can.

[@leonardhurley5761]

This is an extraordinary beautiful rendering of Amhran na Leabhair. This interpretation has resonances of times past, ancient times, early celtic monks and the seas and wild life around Scilg Michael but possibly also more distant seas and lands like the middle east and the Coptic tradition. Lorcan, Daire and Sean have created something very special and memorable.

[@BenjaminHockenberry]

Gorgeous. Love the solo bass clarinet...

[@joannefitzgerald6371]

absolutely stunning.

[@martinweir6193]

Just seen these folk at the Tron theatre in Glasgow........it is the music of my dreams and the these are the songs of my heart, in my 7th decade ,when I live in a slightly jaded world this ancient stuff is like the next Spring

[@gallimaufryster]

Martin Weir z

[@seannoslecheile960]

That's beautifully put Martin

[@Seasonsfamily]

What a great voice!

[@edmundstapleton467]

Haunting fair play ba mhaith liom an vibe tusa.

[@dianegordon5366]

Lovely. I am an O'Sullivan from Boston. I wonder if he is an ancestor of mine.

[@KahvellaZeko]

It's like they musically arranged the storm which drowned the ship. This is raw as Fuck.

[@MaryChrisMaryCdiliapo]

☘️🦋ヽ♡｀♪｀༄◦✧｀💖 WORDS: Tomás Rua Ó Súilleabháin (1785-1848) MUSIC: Trad. Arr. Tim Dennehy For a brief biographical note on the poet please check song number three, 'Maidin Bhog Álainn'. Tomás Rua, schoolteacher and poet had been transferred from Derrynane to Portmagee. He placed his huge and valuable library of books - both printed and in manuscript form, all leather bound - and his clothes on a boat which was travelling from Derrynane Bay to Valentia Harbour. He himself travelled by road. Unfortunately the boat overturned near Carraig Eibhlín Ní Rathaille just outside Derrynane Bay and his priceless library was lost. 'Amhrán na Leabhar' also known as 'Cuan Bhéil Inse' was his poetic response and is probably his best known song which is also very popular with pipers as a slow air. Go Cuan Bhéil Inse casadh mé Cois Góilín aoibhinn Dairbhre Mar a seoltar flít na farraige Thar sáile i gcéin. I Portmagee do stadas seal, Faoi thuairim intinn maitheasa D'fhonn bheith sealad eatarthu Mar mháistir léinn. Is gearr gur chuala an eachtara Ag cách mo léan! Gur i mBord Eoghain Fhinn do chailleathas An t-árthach tréan. Do phreab mo chroí le hatuirse I dtaobh loinge an taoisigh chalma Go mb'fhearrde an tír í 'sheasamh seal Do ráib an tséin. Mo chiach, mo chumha is m'atuirse! Mé im iarsma dubhach ag ainnise Is mé síoraí 'déanamh marana, Ar mo chás bhocht féin! Mo chuid éadaigh chumhdaigh scaipithe, Bhí déanta cumtha, ceapaithe, Is do thriaill thar thriúcha Banban Mar bhláth faoi mo dhéin. Iad bheith imithe san fharraige Ar bharr an scéil, Is a thuilleadh acu sa lasair Is mé go támhach trém néal; Ba thrua le cách ar maidin mé Go buartha, cásmhar, ceasnaithe, Is an fuacht a chráigh im bhalla mé Gan snáth ón spéir! Ní hé sin is mó a chealg me Ná chráigh mé arís im aigne, Ach nuair chínn féin fuadar fearthainne Gach lá faoin spéir; Neart gaoithe aduaidh is anaithe Is síon rómhór gan aga ar bith, Tinte luatha lasrach, Is scáil na gcaor. Chrom an uain ar shneachta 'chur Le gála tréan Ar feadh deich n-uair gan amharca Le fáil ar ghréin. Na doitheanna cruadha peannaide A líon rómhór den ghalar mé, D'fhág suim gan suan ar leaba mé Go tláth i bpéin! Dá shiúlfainn Éire is Alba An Fhrainc, an Spáinn is Sasana, Agus fós arís dá n-abrainn Gach aird faoin ré, Ní bhfaighinnse an oiread leabhartha B'fhearr eolas agus tairbhe Ná is mó bhí chum mo mhaitheasa Cé táid ar strae. Mo chreach! mo chumha ina n-easnamh siúd Do fágadh mé! Is mór an cúrsa marana Agus cás liom é Mallacht Dé is na hEaglaise Ar an gcarraig ghránna mhallaithe, A bháigh an long gan anaithe Gan ghála, gan ghaoth. Bhí mórán Éireann leabhartha, Nár áiríos díbh im labhartha, Leabhar na Laighneach beannaithe Ba bhreátha faoin spéir. An "Feirmeoir" álainn, gasta, deas, A chuireadh a shíol go blasta ceart, Thug ruachnoic fraoigh is aitinn ghlais Go gealbhánta féir. Scoirim as mo labhartha Cé chrádar mé, Is ná cuirfeadsa aon ní ar fharraige Go brách lem ré; Moladh le Rí an nAingeal ngeal, Mo shláinte arís a chasadh orm, Is an Fhoireann úd ón anaithe Gan bá 'theacht saor! archive.org/details/songsoftomsrua00osuluoft/page/n3

[@piotrsabiniarz8720]

In March 2023, when I came back from work, I parked my car in the parking lot in front of my house. It was late evening, at night actually. Seagulls were flying above my head, but they were flying differently, these seagulls were screaming and flocking above me. I don't know why but I thought about the island of Skellig Michael. Then a huge desire to see this Island was born. The next evening I drew what I saw, seagulls flying in the night sky. Planning a trip to Skellig Island, I found Portmagee. A few months later I came to Portmagee, I sailed to Skellig Island. I had the impression that I was in another world, in the world I wanted to be in. I found the rocks of Skellig Michael to be very similar to tattered, old books. I had the impression that I was seeing individual pages and whole books. It made a huge impression. I drew another picture; night, the setting sun, and a girl sailing in a small sailboat with one sail through the night towards the island of Skellig Michael. On the deck of this sailboat were thick, old books... For several days I have been thinking about Ireland, about Portmagee. I found Amhrán on Leabhar, in my mind's eye I saw Tomás Rua Ó Súilleabháín wandering in despair... A huge sorrow appeared in me. I also felt a certain peace, that Tomás Rua Ó Súilleabháín had found his comfort. Thank you.

[@lorcanmacmathuna]

@@piotrsabiniarz8720 What an epic story Piotr. What an adventure. I love it. Sceilig Mícheál is a magical place. I am definitely going there soon

[@GraciethemoonGirl]

Amhrán na leabhar Song of the books The song to this air was written by Tomás Rua Ó Súilleabháin (1785-1848), a poet and musician from Iveragh (Uibh Rá more... Irish Go Cuan Bhéil Inse casadh mé Cois Góilín aoibhinn Dairbhre Mar a seoltar flít na farraige Thar sáile i gcéin. I Portmagee do stadas seal, Fé thuairim intinn maitheasa D'fhonn bheith sealad eatarthu Mar mháistir léinn. Is gearr gur chuala an eachtara Ag cách mo léan! Gur i mBord Eoghain Fhinn do chailleathas An t-árthach tréan. Do phreab mo chroí le hatuirse I dtaobh loinge an taoisigh chalma Go mb'fhearrde an tír í 'sheasamh seal Do ráib an tséin. Mo chiach, mo chumha is m'atuirse! Mé im iarsma dubhach ag ainnise Is mé síoraí 'déanamh marana, Ar mo chás bhocht féin! Mo chuid éadaigh chumhdaigh scaipithe, Bhí déanta cumtha, ceapaithe, Is do thriaill thar thriúcha Banban Mar bhláth faoi mo dhéin. Iad bheith imithe san fharraige Ar bharr an scéil, Is a thuilleadh acu sa lasair Is mé go támhach trém néal; Ba thrua le cách ar maidin mé Go buartha, cásmhar, ceasnaithe, Is an fuacht a chráigh im bhalla mé Gan snáth ón spéir! Ní hé sin is mó a chealg me Ná chráigh mé arís im aigne, Ach nuair chínn féin fuadar fearthainne Gach lá faoin spéir; Neart gaoithe aduaidh is anaithe Is síon rómhór gan aga ar bith, Tinte luatha lasrach, Is scáil na gcaor. Chrom an uain ar shneachta 'chur Le gála tréan Ar feadh deich n-uair gan amharca Le fáil ar ghréin. Na doitheanna cruadha peannaide A líon rómhór den ghalar mé, D'fhág suim gan suan ar leaba mé Go tláth i bpéin! Dá shiúlfainn Éire is Alba An Fhrainc, an Spáinn is Sasana, Agus fós arís dá n-abrainn Gach aird faoin ré, Ní bhfaighinnse an oiread leabhartha B'fhearr eolas agus tairbhe Ná is mó bhí chum mo mhaitheasa Cé táid ar strae. Mo chreach! mo chumha ina n-easnamh siúd Do fágadh mé! Is mór an cúrsa marana Agus cás liom é Mallacht Dé is na hEaglaise Ar an gcarraig ghránna mhallaithe, A bháigh an long gan anaithe Gan ghála, gan ghaoth. Bhí mórán Éireann leabhartha, Nár áiríos díbh im labhartha, Leabhar na Laighneach beannaithe Ba bhreátha faoin spéir. An "Feirmeoir" álainn, gasta, deas, A chuireadh a shíol go blasta ceart, Thug ruachnoic fraoigh is aitinn ghlais Go gealbhánta féir. Scoirim as mo labhartha Cé chrádar mé, Is ná cuirfeadsa aon ní ar fharraige Go brách lem ré; Moladh le Rí an nAingeal ngeal, Mo shláinte arís a chasadh orm, Is an Fhoireann úd ón anaithe Gan bá 'theacht saor!

[@belemtajess]

Have you got the trasnlation to english?

[@wmmorse]

Beautiful!

[@blemmaspin]

excellent

[@silvershadow4965]

Is this collection of live recordings of The Poet and The Liberator collection available for purchase in either CD or download format. Truly magical and the sound and natural reverberation of the setting are haunting. Excellent work.

[@lorcanmacmathuna]

There is presently 2 songs (captain rock and do shoileas nar bhaoil dom) from this concert on a cd called preabmeadar. Its available from my website and from cdbaby and to download.

[@derrickmurphy9859]

Love it.Transports me thanks

[@tairgeadhnahinse5349]

Leagan draíochtúil de amhrán álainn

[@belemtajess]

GO HÁLAINN!!

[@seamusodunlaing1720]

Ar fheabhas ar fad. Seamus O Dunlaing