...shall Brothers Be for all that!
And here we are again... opening up the spring with a celebration of kinship and camaraderie. St Paddy's day (Friday) and the next (Saturday), we will be having a celebration of Celtic Cultural Music from all o'er the Isles.
Part concert, part ceilidh, another full participation program that promises to be rambunctious, rabble-rousing, high spirited, and stirring. Folk instruments, folk songs, ballads, jigs, reels, and everything we can squeeze in from the British Isles. The mid-coast audience might know most of the songs and tunes... and can join right in.
Pipes and whistles, drums and fiddles, dancing and singing will all be on the menu.
At the end of our formal "prepared concert" we hope to engage the audience in a lingering ceilidh, where all in the community can join in the revelry, dance, sing, play whatever they bring. Perhaps some of those great tunes, too numerous to fit in to the program, can be heard in an Irish session style circle.
To be included are
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Scottish:
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Jacobite uprising songs
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Robbie Burns favorites
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Mystic legends from the Northern Isles: Shetland, Orkney, and the Hebrides
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Irish:
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independence and revolutionary songs
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tragic love ballads
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a few bawdy pub songs and dirty ditties (but kid friendly)
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Welsh:
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magical 4 part ballads
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origins of our traditional hymns
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English:
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riding songs from the countryside
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classic english nursery rhymes
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All national songs from the Isles
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Ramblin', rovin', rogue songs.
Join us! All ages are welcome.
An Evening of
Celtic Chaos
Robert Burns
(A man's a man for all that)
Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head and all that?
The coward's slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for all that!
For all that and all that.
Our toils obscure and all that.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp.
The Man's the gold for all that.
What though on homely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, and all that.
Give fools their silks and knaves their wine,
A Man's a Man for all that,
For all that and all that.
Their tinsel show and all that.
The honest man, though e'er so poor,
Is king of men for all that.
You see yon birkie, called a lord,
who struts, and stares and all that.
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a fool for all that.
For all that and all that,
His riband, star, and all that.
The man of independent mind
He looks and laughs at all that.
A prince can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and all that,
But an honest man's above his might.
Good faith, he mustn't fault that!
For all that and all that,
Their dignities and all that.
The pith of sense and pride of worth
Are higher rank than all that.
Then let us pray that, come it may,
(As come it will for all that)
That Sense and Worth o'er all the earth
Shall bear the gree and all that.
For all that and all that,
It's coming yet for all that,
That Man to Man the world o'er
Shall brothers be for all that.