Micheal Flatley,The Chieftains,Gene Butler,Gabriel Burns,Donal Doucherty.
I have to say this band is one of the best bands I have ever seen if you ever get a chance if they come to your hometown you havent lived till you have spent a night with Brigids Cross..
The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem,The Chieftains,The Dubliners,Sean O Riada,Irish Rovers,De Dannon,Bridget's Cross,The Pouges,The Young Dubliners.
May you always find blue skies above your head shamrocks beneath your feet, laughter and joy a plenty kindness from all your meet good friends and kin to miss you if ever you chosse to roam and a path thats been cleared by angels themselves to carry you saftly home.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there... I did not die...ÉIRE
Hills as green as emeralds
Cover the countryside...
Lakes as blue as sapphires
Are Ireland's special pride...
And rivers that shine like silver
Make Ireland look so fair...
But the friendliness of her people
Is the richest treasure there. "O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!
No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his color can't be seen
For there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' the Green."
I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand,
And he said, "How's poor ould Ireland, and how does she stand?"
"She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen,
For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green."
"So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red
Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed;
And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod
But never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod.
When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow
And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show,
Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen;
But till that day, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green."
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