Pauline Scanlon sings Deartháirín ó Mo Chroí

Pauline Scanlon sings Deartháirín ó Mo Chroí (Little Brother of My Heart) during The Irish Sea Sessions 2012 at Liverpool Philharmonic Hall, as part of Liverpool Irish Festival.
Pauline returns with The Irish Sea Sessions 2013, appearing at Liverpool Philharmonic on Friday 18 October and London Southbank Centre on Monday 21 October. Pauline is the featured artist of Liverpool Irish Festival 2013, also appearing on 13 October with Éilís Kennedy with whom she forms Lumiere, accompanied by Donagh Hennessy, and hosting a singing workshop at Liverpool Philharmonic on Saturday 20 October.
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[@claireroche4486]

Just magical … what a gift !

[@brianmccarthy3260]

Absolutely beautiful song, beautifully sung

[@irishfield1]

So amazing voice and singing ever Pauline so exquisite ever grand song ever thank you all

[@neilsalowitz6245]

God, I love this woman's voice!

[@johnmorrissey1675]

Doesn't get any better lovely singing😌🇮🇪

[@heartframesTV]

This is beautiful! An she sings very lovely.

[@palomasuanzes2675]

Beautiful voice and wonderful performance. I love your voice

[@mikemacdavy8086]

Beautiful voice and interpretation!

[@irishfield1]

So smooth voice relaxing ever Grand song ever thank you Pauline

[@shuailiu1883]

amazing

[@oliverroy19]

Ooooo beautiful ❤️🌹

[@blocky2005]

great job

[@irishfield1]

Is maith liom a chara Pauline So beautiful ever thank you

[@PeopleNeed2LoveMore]

so deeply beautiful

[@karmapeach]

i,m in Love,lol.

[@erniebeggs]

The Irish Sandy Denny

[@gerrysona]

Tá sí go halainn ag ceol

[@colmofatharta6361]

ta si go ri maith

[@mikemacdavy8086]

I am a young fellow who has always loved rural sport- The fairs and the patterns of Erin I used to resort,- The true sons of Bacchus were always in my company,- Till I was deprived of my deartháirín ó mo chroí.- The womb's turned to earth that gave birth to my brother and me,- My father and mother have gone to eternity,- We worked at our trade and our money we spent it quite free,- Which makes me lament for my deartháirín ó mo chroí.- When we were children we did each other adore,- This lovely green island we wandered it o'er and o'er,- My brother was taken and sent o'er the dark rolling sea,- And I am left lonely for deartháirín ó mo chroí.- In Dublin's fair city my brother he was pressed away- On board of a warship to Spain o'er the wild rolling sea.- Where cannons roar loudly and bullets like lightening do fly,- Perhaps in some battle my deartháirín ó might die.- He was sent to the wars for to fight against Boney and France,- His regiment was first in the red battle ranks to advance,- But when night cast it's gloom on that gory and life wasting lea,- Pale, bleeding and cold lay my deartháirín ó mo chroí.- If heaven would aid me and send me to Spain where he be,- My life I would venture to set him at liberty,- Like a true loyal brother I would fight for him manfully,- Or I'd die in the arms of my deartháirín ó mo chroí.- But now I'm alone like the desolate bird of the night,- The world and it's beauties no longer afford me delight, The dark narrow grave is the only sad refuge for me,- Since I lost my heart's treasure my deartháirín ó mo chroí.-