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Irlanda in Festa (2005) |
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A happy atmosphere of a double important event: the 10 years of 'Irlanda in Festa' in Florence and the 30 years of the group's musical life.
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1 - Where the Praties Grow 4.13
2 - Morning Voices 3.57 3 - John Barleycorn 5.22 4 - Copperplate 4.23 5 - Drunken Sailor 3.15 6 - Auld Lang Syne 5.22 7 - Gooseberry Bush 4.01 8 - The Banshee 5.03 |
'Many thanks to Whisky Trail for their participations and their collaborations to Irlanda in Festa'
Saschall Theatre of Florence
Saschall Theatre of Florence
Punctual like a fairy dance in spring, as St. Patrick's day draws near, 'Irlanda in Festa' returns.
It returns to the Saschall, the perfect and most suggestive stage for the celebration of an extraordinary goal: 10 years! In this long period of time the Feast in Florence has excelled for size of participation (over 150.000 spectators in 10 years!) and artistic and cultural quality. The merit belongs to the theatre direction that has conducted and followed the feast in all its aspects, but it is also due to the love our city has for Ireland.
Our group opens this edition of the Feast. We open this day with the emotion felt in going to the most waited for appointment of the year, eager to present the new notes that come out of our instruments and give them in homage to those who love this music and also those who do not know it.
Thus, with this spirit we offer to the 10 years of 'Irlanda in Festa' the joyful atmosphere of this record, celebrating at the same time our 30 years activity.
Whisky Trail
It returns to the Saschall, the perfect and most suggestive stage for the celebration of an extraordinary goal: 10 years! In this long period of time the Feast in Florence has excelled for size of participation (over 150.000 spectators in 10 years!) and artistic and cultural quality. The merit belongs to the theatre direction that has conducted and followed the feast in all its aspects, but it is also due to the love our city has for Ireland.
Our group opens this edition of the Feast. We open this day with the emotion felt in going to the most waited for appointment of the year, eager to present the new notes that come out of our instruments and give them in homage to those who love this music and also those who do not know it.
Thus, with this spirit we offer to the 10 years of 'Irlanda in Festa' the joyful atmosphere of this record, celebrating at the same time our 30 years activity.
Whisky Trail
Giulia Lorimer voice fiddle
Vieri Bugli fiddle
Stefano Corsi Celtic harp, harmonica, harmonium, 12 string guitar, voice
Massimo Giuntini uilleann pipes, whistles and bouzouki, electric bass in*
Pietro Sabatini guitars, bouzouki, pedal bass pipe, bodhran, electric bass, voice
Lorenzo Greppi whistle, spoons in°
Mastering by Nicola Cavina at Eipe Records Studio
Artwork Riccardo Basile per in Presa-2005
Vieri Bugli fiddle
Stefano Corsi Celtic harp, harmonica, harmonium, 12 string guitar, voice
Massimo Giuntini uilleann pipes, whistles and bouzouki, electric bass in*
Pietro Sabatini guitars, bouzouki, pedal bass pipe, bodhran, electric bass, voice
Lorenzo Greppi whistle, spoons in°
Mastering by Nicola Cavina at Eipe Records Studio
Artwork Riccardo Basile per in Presa-2005
1. Where the Praties Grow
Have you ever been in love me boys or have you felt the pain
I'd rather go to jail me self than be in love again
For the girl I met was beautiful I'll have you all to know
And I met her in the garden where the praties grow
She was just the kind of creature boys that nature did intend
To walk around the earth me boys without a Grecian bend
Nor did she wear a chignon I'll have you all to know
And I met her in the garden where the praties grow
Says I my pretty Kathleen and I hope that you'll agree
She wasn't like those city girls that think you're making free
She says I'll ask my parents and tomorrow I'll let you know
And I'll meet you in the garden where the praties grow
Says I my pretty Kathleen and I'm tired of single life
So if you are agreeable I'll make you my sweet wife
She answered so modestly while curtsying very low
Sure you're welcome to the garden where the praties grow
So her parents they consented she was blessed with children three
Two boys just like their mother and the girl the image of me
So now we're going to bring them up the way they ought to go
For the courting in the garden where the praties grow
Have you ever been in love me boys or have you felt the pain
I'd rather go to jail me self than be in love again
For the girl I met was beautiful I'll have you all to know
And I met her in the garden where the praties grow
She was just the kind of creature boys that nature did intend
To walk around the earth me boys without a Grecian bend
Nor did she wear a chignon I'll have you all to know
And I met her in the garden where the praties grow
Says I my pretty Kathleen and I hope that you'll agree
She wasn't like those city girls that think you're making free
She says I'll ask my parents and tomorrow I'll let you know
And I'll meet you in the garden where the praties grow
Says I my pretty Kathleen and I'm tired of single life
So if you are agreeable I'll make you my sweet wife
She answered so modestly while curtsying very low
Sure you're welcome to the garden where the praties grow
So her parents they consented she was blessed with children three
Two boys just like their mother and the girl the image of me
So now we're going to bring them up the way they ought to go
For the courting in the garden where the praties grow
2 Morning Voices Instrumental
3. John Barleycorn
There was three men came out of the west
Their fortune for to find
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn should die
They plowed they sowed they harrowed him in
Put clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.
They left him lie for a very long time
'Till the rains from heaven did fall
And then Mister John rolled up his head
And so amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer's day
'Till he looked both pale and wan
And Sir John has grown a long, long beard
And so became a man
They hired men with their scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They rolled him and tied him about the waist
And served him barbarously.
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks
Who have pierced him to the heart
And the loader he served him worse than all
For he's bound him to a cart
They've wheeled him around and around to a field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They hired men with their crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he treated him worse than that
For he's grounded him between two stones
And little sir John and the nut brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass
And little sir John and the nut brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots
Without a little barleycorn.
There was three men came out of the west
Their fortune for to find
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn should die
They plowed they sowed they harrowed him in
Put clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.
They left him lie for a very long time
'Till the rains from heaven did fall
And then Mister John rolled up his head
And so amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer's day
'Till he looked both pale and wan
And Sir John has grown a long, long beard
And so became a man
They hired men with their scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They rolled him and tied him about the waist
And served him barbarously.
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks
Who have pierced him to the heart
And the loader he served him worse than all
For he's bound him to a cart
They've wheeled him around and around to a field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They hired men with their crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he treated him worse than that
For he's grounded him between two stones
And little sir John and the nut brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass
And little sir John and the nut brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots
Without a little barleycorn.
4 Copperplate Instrumental
5. Drunken Sailor
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
What shall…
Early in the morning?
Throw him in the sea with a rig around him
Throw him in the sea with a rig around him
Throw…
Early in the morning
Tie him to the mast with a running bow line
Tie him to the mast with a running bow line
Tie him…
Early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his...
Early in the morning
Take him and shake him and try to wake him
Take him and shake him and try to wake him
Take him..
Early in the morning
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what..
Early in the morning
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
What shall…
Early in the morning?
Throw him in the sea with a rig around him
Throw him in the sea with a rig around him
Throw…
Early in the morning
Tie him to the mast with a running bow line
Tie him to the mast with a running bow line
Tie him…
Early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his...
Early in the morning
Take him and shake him and try to wake him
Take him and shake him and try to wake him
Take him..
Early in the morning
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what..
Early in the morning
6 Auld lang Syne to see in The Great Raid
7 Gooseberry Bush Instrumental
8 The Banshee Instrumental