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A Song For A Sunday.

The Sweetest Gift.

Lyrics: Teacher, composer, musician, songwriter and Baptist Church Deacon/Minister, the late James B. Coats (1901-1961).
Vocals: American singer-songwriter, actress, and philanthropist Dolly Parton; Featuring artists American singer Linda Ronstadt and American singer, songwriter, musician, bandleader and activist Emmylou Harris.

The Sweetest Gift.

One day a mother went to a prison,
To see an erring but precious son.
She told the warden how much she loved him,
It did not matter what he had done.

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon.
She brought no silver, no pomp or style.
It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light,
The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.

She left a smile you can remember.
She’s gone to heaven from heartaches free.
Those walls around you could never change her,
You were her baby and e’er will be.

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon.
She brought no silver, no pomp or style.
It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light,
The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon.
She brought no silver, no pomp or style.
It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light,
The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.
The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.

END

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Original Recipe For Irish ‘Yellow Man’.

The very talented Mrs Theodora FitzGibbon (née Rosling) was born in 1916, in London, England, to parents John Archibald Rosling and Alice Winfred (née Hodgins). She would grow up to become a successful model; actress; Irish cookery writer [‘A Taste Of ‘ series]; novelist and playwright, [‘The Flight of the Kingfisher’ (1967), latter made into a successful television play for BBC TV; together with two memoirs, ‘With Love’ (1982), and ‘Love Lies a Loss’ (1985)].

During her lifetime which stretched over a 74 year period, she married twice; first to Constantine Fitzgibbon (1944). She would later meet the photographer and surrealist painter Peter Rose Pulham (1910-1956) in Paris, where they began a four year love affair. She divorced her first husband in 1960, to marry George Morrison in the same year.

Book ‘A taste of Ireland’ (1968) and its author Theodora FitzGibbon (1916-1991).

Theodora FitzGibbon most certainly travelled in Co. Tipperary and recorded recipes gleaned from towns like Cloughjordan and Thurles in Tipperary North Riding, and like Carrick-on-Suir, in Tipperary South Riding. Same Tipperary recipes were included in her highly popular series of “A Taste Of”, which were regional recipe specialities, first published sone 56 years ago, in 1968. Complementing the recipe text in her publications were archival photographs of life and landscapes, as viewed back in 19th century Ireland.

In 1987 Theodora FitzGibbon was awarded the Prix Choucroutre First Prize for European Food Journalism at Bonn, in the German state of North Rhine-Westphalia.
Theodora FitzGibbon would go on to become one of the founding members of the Irish Food Writers’ Guild and the Guild’s first ever President.
Theodora FitzGibbon, passed away in 1991, at her residence in Killiney, Co. Dublin, Ireland.

Older readers will remember the song ‘The Ould Lammas Fair’, which contained the lines:

“But the scene that haunts my memory is kissing Mary Ann,
Her pouting lips all sticky, from eating Yellow Man”.

But how many of our readers, today, can claim they have eaten “Yellow Man”.

Yellow Manwas a toffee which was made by the same family for several hundred years. It was a brittle yellow toffee which had sections broken off from a large block.
Theodora FitzGibbon gives us the original recipe, but first let’s listen to the almost 100-year-old song itself; sung here by Northern Irish singer, the late Ms Ruby Murray (1935–1996), together with the lyrics written by the disabled Ballycastle, Co. Antrim, bog oak carver, the late Mr John Henry MacAuley, latter who passed away in 1937, before his song became famous.

The Old Lammas Fair.

At the Ould Lammas Fair in Ballycastle long ago,
I met a little colleen, who set me heart a-glow;
She was smiling at her daddy, buying lambs from Paddy Roe,
At the Ould Lammas Fair in Ballycastle 0.
I seen her home that night,
When the moon was shining bright,
From the ould Lammas Fair at Ballycastle-O.

Chorus:
At the Ould Lammas Fair, boys, were you ever there?
Were you ever at the fair in Ballycastle 0?
Did you treat your Mary Ann to some Dulse and Yellow Man?
At the Ould Lammas Fair in Ballycastle 0.

In Flanders fields afar, while resting from the war,
We drank Bon-Sante to the Flemish lassies 0,
But the scene that haunts my memory is kissing Mary Ann,
Her pouting lips all sticky from eating Yellow Man.
We crossed the silver Morgey and strolled across the strand,
From the Ould Lammas Fair at Ballycastle 0!

Repeat Chorus:

There’s a neat little cabin on the slopes of ould Knocklaod,
It’s lit by love and sunshine, where the heather honey’s made,
By the bees ever humming and our childer’s joyous call,
Resounds across the valley when the shadows fall.
I take my fiddle down and my Mary smiling there,
Brings back a happy memory of the Lammas Fair

Repeat Chorus:

END

Original Recipe for Yellow Man.

Ingredients: A one pound tin of golden syrup.
A half-pound (or one cup) of brown sugar.
One teaspoon of baking soda.
One heaped tablespoon of butter.
Two tablespoons of vinegar.

Method: Melt the butter and run this round the pan.
Add sugar, syrup and vinegar.
Stir until sugar and all ingredients are dissolved/melted.
Boil without stirring until a little of the toffee becomes crisp and brittle, if put in cold water.
Next add the baking soda, which will make the ingredients foam.

Stir again, then pour on to a greased slab or a large dish.
Pull apart until it is pale yellow in colour. It can then be poured into a greased tin and cut into squares if preferred.

With this original recipe now shared, and local elections coming up; local politicians might like to advance funding to some enterprising Thurles resident, latter anxious to start a factory manufacturing Thurles Yellow Man. God knows we need the employment.

This “Old Lammas Fair” event dates back to the 17th century, however on August 28th 2001, a Royal Ulster Constabulary officer discovered a large incendiary bomb in the centre of Ballycastle, Co Antrim, whilst this fair was running. The area was quickly cleared by British Army bomb disposal experts, who happily managed to defused the device before it exploded.
The 2020 and 2021 editions of the fair were cancelled due to the COVID-19 pandemic, however this year “The Old Lammas Fair” will take place again from Saturday to Tuesday, August 24th to August 27th 2024.

Other Tipperary recipes published by Mrs Theodora FitzGibbon, will be revealed here shortly.

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A Song For A Sunday.

A Song For A Sunday.

Lyrics: American singer and songwriter Bill Withers (William Harrison Withers Jr.)
Vocals: American singer and songwriter Bill Withers, with singer-songwriter, musician, and record producer Stevie Wonder (Stevland Hardaway Morris) and American singer, songwriter, pianist, record producer John Legend.

“Lean On Me”

Sometimes in our lives,
We all have pain,
We all have sorrow,
But if we are wise,
We know that there’s always tomorrow.
Lean on me,
When you’re not strong,
I’ll be your friend,
I’ll help you carry on,
For it won’t be long,
Till I’m gonna need somebody to lean on.
Please swallow your pride,
If I have things you need to borrow,
For no one can fill,
Those of your needs that you won’t let down.
You just call on me brother, when you need a hand,
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you’ll understand,
We all need somebody to lean on.
Lean on me,
When you’re not strong,
I’ll be your friend,
I’ll help you carry on.
It won’t be long,
Till I’m gonna need somebody to lean on.
You just call on me brother,
When you need a hand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem, that you’ll understand,
We all need somebody to lean on.
If there is a load you have to bear,
That you can’t carry,
I’m right up the road.
I’ll share your load,
If you just call me.
Call me
If you need a friend
(Call me),
Call me (call me)
If you need a friend
(Call me)
If you ever need a friend.
END

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I Dreamed a Dream.

I Dreamed a Dream.

Lyrics: French record producer, actor, singer, songwriter, and musical theatre composer Claude-Michel Schönberg.
Vocals: The song “I Dreamed a Dream” is a lament, taken from the 1980 musical Les Misérables, sung here by British tenor Karl Loxley.

I Dreamed a Dream.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I prayed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine untasted,
But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hopes apart,
And they turn your dreams to shame,
And still I dream she’d come to me,
That we would live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather.
I had a dream my life would be,
So different from this hell I’m living,
So different now from what it seemed,
Now life has killed the dream, I dreamed.
END

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They Never Came Home (Stardust Song)

In the early hours of the morning of Saturday February 14th 1981, a fire occurred at the Stardust Ballroom in Artane, Dublin, in which forty eight persons tragically lost their lives. ~
The song “They Never Came Home”, refers to the victims and families of this tragic event.

They Never Came Home (Stardust Song)

Lyrics: Christopher Andrew “Christy” Moore.
Vocals: Irish folk singer, songwriter and guitarist Christy Moore.

They Never Came Home (Stardust Song)

When St. Valentine’s day comes around once a year,
Our thoughts turn to love, as the time it draws near,
Sweethearts and darlings, husbands and wives,
Pledge love and devotion for the rest of their lives.
As the day turns to evening soon night time does fall,
Young people get ready for the Valentine’s Ball,
As the night rings with laughter, some families still mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.

Chorus
Have we forgotten the suffering and pain,
The survivors and the victims of the fire in Artane,
The mothers and fathers forever to mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.


It was down to the Stardust they all made their way,
The bouncers looked on as they lined up to pay,
The records were spinning, there’s dancing as well
Just how the fire started sure no one can tell.
In a matter of seconds confusion did reign,
The room was in darkness, fire exits were chained,
The firefighters wept for they could not hide,
Their sorrow and anger for those left inside.

Repeat Chorus

Throughout the city the bad news it spread,
There’s a fire in the Stardust, with 48 dead.
Hundreds of children are injured and maimed,
And all just because the fire exits were chained.
Our leaders were shocked, grim statements were made,
They shed tears by the graves, as the bodies were laid,
The injured have waited in vain for 4 years,
It seems like our leaders shed crocodile tears.

Repeat Chorus

Half a million was paid in solicitor’s fees,
A fortune to the owner and his family,
It’s hard to believe that not one penny came,
To the working class people, who suffered the pain.
The days turn to weeks and the weeks turn to years
Our laws favour the rich, or so it appears.
A woman still waits for her kids to come home,
Injustice breeds anger and that’s what’s been done.

Chorus
Let us remember the suffering and pain,
The survivors and victims of the fire in Artane,
The mothers and fathers forever to mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.
END

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