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SPREADING THE NEWS 1
HYACINTH HALVEY 29
THE RISING OF THE MOON 75
THE JACKDAW 93
THE WORKHOUSE WARD 137
THE TRAVELLING MAN 155
THE GAOL GATE 173
MUSIC FOR THE SONGS IN THE PLAYS 189
NOTES, &C. 196
SPREADING THE NEWS
PERSONS
SPREADING THE NEWS
I thought, my first love, There'd be but one house between you and me, And I thought I would find Yourself coaxing my child on your knee. Over the tide I would leap with the leap of a swan, Till I came to the side Of the wife of the Red-haired man!
The sea shall be dry, The earth under mourning and ban! Then loud shall he cry For the wife of the red-haired man!
HYACINTH HALVEY
PERSONS
HYACINTH HALVEY
Hyacinth: It's slipping!
Mrs. Delane: How would I know what brought him?
Mr. Quirke: I bade the Widow Early to kill it a fortnight ago--but she would not, she was that covetous!
THE RISING OF THE MOON
PERSONS
THE RISING OF THE MOON
There was a rich farmer's daughter lived near the town of Ross; She courted a Highland soldier, his name was Johnny Hart; Says the mother to her daughter, "I'll go distracted mad If you marry that Highland soldier dressed up in Highland plaid."
As through the hills I walked to view the hills and shamrock plain, I stood awhile where nature smiles to view the rocks and streams, On a matron fair I fixed my eyes beneath a fertile vale, As she sang her song it was on the wrong of poor old Granuaile.
Her head was bare, her hands and feet with iron bands were bound, Her pensive strain and plaintive wail mingles with the evening gale, And the song she sang with mournful air, I am old Granuaile. Her lips so sweet that monarchs kissed....
O, then, tell me, Shawn O'Farrell, Where the gathering is to be. In the old spot by the river Right well known to you and me!
One word more, for signal token, Whistle up the marching tune, With your pike upon your shoulder, At the Rising of the Moon.
Here, this is where we left him.
That was the last of the placards.
THE JACKDAW
PERSONS
THE JACKDAW
THE WORKHOUSE WARD
PERSONS
THE WORKHOUSE WARD
THE TRAVELLING MAN
PERSONS
THE TRAVELLING MAN
A MIRACLE PLAY
Come ride and ride to the garden, Come ride and ride with a will: For the flower comes with the fruit there Beyond a hill and a hill.
Come ride and ride to the garden, Come ride like the March wind; There's barley there, and water there, And stabling to your mind.
The Archangels stand in a row there And all the garden bless, The Archangel Axel, Victor the angel Work at the cider press.
Come ride and ride to the garden, &c.
O scent of the broken apples! O shuffling of holy shoes! Beyond a hill and a hill there In the land that no one knows.
Come ride and ride to the garden, &c.
THE GAOL GATE
PERSONS
THE GAOL GATE
What way will I be going back through Gort and through Kilbecanty? The people will not be coming out keening you, they will say no prayer for the rest of your soul!
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