Please enjoy this short fairy harp track, funded with thanks to Arts Council of Ireland.
Ceol Sidhe
When May is here, and every morn
Is dappled with pied bells,
And dewdrops glance along the thorn
And wings flash in the dells,
I take my pipe and play a tune
Of dreams, a whispered melody,
For feet that dance beneath the moon
In fairy jollity.
And when the pastoral hills are grey
And the dim stars are spread,
A scamper fills the grass like play
Of feet where fairies tread.
And many a little whispering thing
Is calling the Shee.
The dewy bells of evening ring,
And all is melody.
Written December 1916 from the trenches of WW1 by Slane native, Frances Ledwidge. This beautiful poem describes a rural summer scene, complete with the promise of Na Sioga.
Tune: 🎵 Banrion Na Sioga Turlough O’Carolan arr. Aisling Ennis 🎵
Ceol Sidhe
When May is here, and every morn
Is dappled with pied bells,
And dewdrops glance along the thorn
And wings flash in the dells,
I take my pipe and play a tune
Of dreams, a whispered melody,
For feet that dance beneath the moon
In fairy jollity.
And when the pastoral hills are grey
And the dim stars are spread,
A scamper fills the grass like play
Of feet where fairies tread.
And many a little whispering thing
Is calling the Shee.
The dewy bells of evening ring,
And all is melody.
Written December 1916 from the trenches of WW1 by Slane native, Frances Ledwidge. This beautiful poem describes a rural summer scene, complete with the promise of Na Sioga.
Tune: 🎵 Banrion Na Sioga Turlough O’Carolan arr. Aisling Ennis 🎵
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Fairy Harp QR Recital Project expands on artistry from her 2023 lecture-recital series 'Fairy Harp Ceol Sí' which was funded by Wicklow County Council. I hope that these short snippets of harp music and info elevate your experience of Russborough's beautiful fairy trail walk.