Whistle Up The Marching Tune

Peter, Paul & Mary: The Rising of the Moon

Frances Black: Down by the Glenside (The Bold Fenian Men)

Clancy Bros.: Foggy Dew/Drums Under the Window/Easter 1916

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed
and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride

And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
--William Butler Yeats
from Easter 1916




inner gorge near Horn Canyon
south rim from Cedar Ridge
monkeyflowers in Phantom Creek
Elvis at Utah Flats

ST. PADDY'S STEW