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The Farmer’s Daughter.

The Farmer’s Daughter.

Lyrics and Vocals: American country music singer, songwriter, guitarist, and fiddler, the late Merle Ronald Haggard (1937 – 2016).

The Late Merle Haggard.

The Farmer’s Daughter.

Tonight there’ll be candlelight and roses,
In this little country chapel that’s almost falling down.
There’ll be tears in this old farmer’s eyes this evening,
When I give my one possession to that city boy from town.
His hair is a little longer than we’re use to,
But, I guess I should find something good to say,
About this man who’s won the farmer’s daughter,
And will soon become my son-in-law today.
Mama left eight years ago December,
And it was hard to be a Dad and Mama too,
But somehow we made home of this old farmhouse,
And love was all my baby ever knew.
He could be the richest man in seven counties,
And not be good enough to take her hand,
But, he says he really loves the farmer’s daughter,
And I know the farmer’s daughter loves the man.

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Thurles Remembers Known Thurles Area Officers & Men Who Died Following WW1.

We recall today, in solemn remembrance, the names of brave officers and men from the Thurles area of Co. Tipperary, whose names we share hereunder:-

Anderson John, Armstrong William Maurice (Capt) M.C., Beirne John, Bermingham Patrick, Bourke James, Brett Timothy, Butler John, Byrne Patrick, Carroll Martin, Carroll Thomas, Carty John, Cassidy John, Cleary Joseph, Cleary Patrick, Cleary Thomas, Coady Edward, Coady Joseph, Coady Richard, Coffey Michael, Cooke Henry F, Cooney David,Cummins John, Conway Denis, Cunningham John V.C., Cunningham Patrick, Cusack Oliver, Dea Patrick, Dwyer Cornelius, Egan Martin, Fitzpatrick Joseph, Gouldsborough Patrick, Griffin Thomas, Hackett Martin, Hanrahan Daniel, Hayes Daniel, Hayes Thomas, Hennessey Thomas, Horan Joseph, Jordan Denis, Kelly James, Kelly William, Kennedy Matthew, Kiely Owen, Knox Hubert Lt Col., Knox William Lt Col., Lawyer Joseph, Maher Frank, Maher James, Maher James Bernard, Maher John, McCormack Francis, McCormack Thomas, McLoughlin James J, Meany James, Mockler Patrick, Moyler George, O’Brien Lawrence, O’Grady Patrick, O’Shea John, Power Michael, Purcell Philip, Quinlan Joseph, Ryan Andrew, Ryan James, Ryan John, Ryan Martin, Ryan Michael, Ryan Patrick, Scally Patrick, Shields Matthew, Stapleton John, Sullivan Patrick, Terry Timothy, Walsh James.

Anthem for Doomed Youth
By Late English poet and soldier, Wilfred Owen, (1893 -1918).

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle,
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells,
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall,
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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The Duty of Memory.
These brave men answered a call, that many did not fully understand, from our community, our county, and the land they left behind, before paying the ultimate price. The fact that their names endure on memorials across Tipperary, reminds us of the duty of memory: that each man above was more than a name on a wall, more than a casualty figure, but a husband, father, brother or son from Thurles and its environs who trusted his comrades, and his country.

In the quiet of this hour we reflect on the scale of sacrifice. A county such as Ireland, far from the main theatres of war, yet intimately touched by them, who bore heavy cost.

Each of the men listed above carried hopes and dreams and found themselves amidst the unimaginable defiance of trench warfare, the muddy fields of France and Flanders, or struggling with wounds long after the guns fell silent. Even returning home did not always mean freedom from the consequences of this war.

Today we honour their courage and commit to keeping their memory alive in Thurles and beyond. May we, in our quiet thoughts, renew our respect and our gratitude for their service.

A Song For A Sunday.

The Night Watch.

Lyrics: American songwriter, country music singer, and dancer the late Cindy Walker, (1917 – 2006).
Vocals: American singer, songwriter, and musician the late Jim Reeves, (August – 1964).

American singer, songwriter, and musician the late Jim Reeves.

The Night Watch.

(God is keeping the night watch for you and for me).

Bright stars are watching the world as it sleeps,
Shepherds watch over the little white sheep,
The lighthouse is shining for ships far at sea,
As God keeps the night watch for you and for me.

So sleep, sleep in peace and rest,
Don’t be afraid of the darkness,
All’s well for over the land and the sea,
God’s keeping the night watch for you and for me.

(God is keeping the night watch for you and for me).

So sleep, sleep in peace and rest,
Don’t be afraid of the darkness,
All’s well for over the land and the sea,
God’s keeping the night watch for you and for me.

END.

Four Strong Winds.

Four Strong Winds.

American country music singer and songwriter Robert Joseph Bare.

Lyrics: The late Canadian singer-songwriter Ian Dawson Tyson C.M. A.O.E., (1933-2022).
Vocals: American country music singer and songwriter Robert Joseph Bare Sr. known as Bobby Bare.

Four Strong Winds.

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All these things that won’t change come what may,
But my good times are all gone,
And I’m bound for moving on.
I’ll look for you if I’m ever back this way,
I may go out to Alberta,
Weather’s good there in the fall,
Got some friends that I could go to workin’ for,
Still I wish you’d change your mind.
If I asked you one more time,
But we’ve been through that a hundred times or more.
If I get there before the snow flies,
And things are going good,
You could join me if I send you down the fare,
But if you’ll wait until it’s winter,
It would do no good,
For the wind sure can blow cold way out there.
Four strong winds that blow lonely,
(Four strong winds that blow lonely),
Seven seas that run high (that run high),
All these things that won’t change come what may,
(Change come what may)
But my good times are all gone,
And I’m bound for moving on.
I’ll look for you if I’m ever back this way.

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Old Dogs, Children And Watermelon Wine.

Old Dogs, Children And Watermelon Wine.

The Late Tom T. Hall (1936 – 2021)

Lyrics and Vocals: American country music singer, songwriter and short-story author, the late Tom T. Hall (1936 – 2021), informally nicknamed “The Storyteller”.

Old Dogs, Children And Watermelon Wine.

“How old do you think I am?” he said.
I said, “Well, I didn’t know”.
He said, “I turned 65 about 11 months ago”.
I was sittin’ in Miami pourin’ blended whiskey down,
When this old gray black gentleman was cleanin’ up the lounge.
There wasn’t anyone around, ‘cept this old man and me,
The guy who ran the bar was watchin’ Ironsides on TV.
Uninvited, he sat down and opened up his mind,
On old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
“Ever had a drink of watermelon wine?” he asked,
He told me all about it, though I didn’t answer back.
Ain’t but three things in this world that’s worth a solitary dime,
But old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
He said, “Women think about they-selves, when menfolk ain’t around,
And friends are hard to find when they discover that you’re down”
.
He said, “I tried it all when I was young and in my natural prime,
Now it’s old dogs and children and watermelon wine”
.
Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes,
God bless little children while they’re still too young to hate.
When he moved away, I found my pen and copied down that line,
‘Bout old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
I had to catch a plane up to Atlanta that next day,
As I left for my room, I saw him pickin’ up my change.
That night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady summertime,
Of old dogs and children and watermelon wine.

End