Music for Jessie and Jimbo....
Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:48 pm
Hello Jessie and Jimbo....
I thought this might be a nice thread for you to post some interesting facts, music and folklore from your Romani heritage...
I'd like to open your thread with some music from two groups called "The Fureys" and the "Travelling People" called the Johnstons....These are wonderful travelling people....:-6
I met each and every member of the Fureys Band in Killarney and Bayonne, NY. My cousin, Finian, who lives in Killarney, Ireland spent weeks making sure that I would met each member....bless him..he's a special buddy of mine...And I did indeed meet each one and love them all...We had long, long conversations about your heritage into the wee hours...:p:D
I'd like to start your thread off with the Fureys singing "Sweet 16" which was a song that my Dad always sang to my Mom....and the Johnstons singing the "Travelling People"......and then add a few...
My brother and I always harmonize to the "Travelling People" at our Irish parties.
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YouTube - The travelling people sung by The Johnstons
Freeborn Man of the Travelling People
Words & Music : Ewan MacColl
©Stormking Music
Lyric as sung by Dick Gaughan
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
I never fancied being lumbered
O we knew the woods and the resting places
And the small birds sang when winter days were over
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
They were good old times for the rover
There was open ground where a man could linger
Stay a week or two for time was not your master
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
Nice and easy, no need to go faster
Now and then we'd meet up with other travellers
Hear the news or else swap family information
At the country fairs, we'd be meeting there
All the people of the travelling nation
I've known life hard and I've known it easy
And I've cursed the times when winter days were dawning
But I've danced and sang through the whole night long
Seen the summer sun rise in the morning
All you freeborn men of the travelling people
Every tinker, rolling stone and Gypsy rover
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
Your travelling days will soon be over
I thought this might be a nice thread for you to post some interesting facts, music and folklore from your Romani heritage...
I'd like to open your thread with some music from two groups called "The Fureys" and the "Travelling People" called the Johnstons....These are wonderful travelling people....:-6
I met each and every member of the Fureys Band in Killarney and Bayonne, NY. My cousin, Finian, who lives in Killarney, Ireland spent weeks making sure that I would met each member....bless him..he's a special buddy of mine...And I did indeed meet each one and love them all...We had long, long conversations about your heritage into the wee hours...:p:D
I'd like to start your thread off with the Fureys singing "Sweet 16" which was a song that my Dad always sang to my Mom....and the Johnstons singing the "Travelling People"......and then add a few...
My brother and I always harmonize to the "Travelling People" at our Irish parties.
StumbleUpon WebToolbar
YouTube - The travelling people sung by The Johnstons
Freeborn Man of the Travelling People
Words & Music : Ewan MacColl
©Stormking Music
Lyric as sung by Dick Gaughan
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
I never fancied being lumbered
O we knew the woods and the resting places
And the small birds sang when winter days were over
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
They were good old times for the rover
There was open ground where a man could linger
Stay a week or two for time was not your master
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
Nice and easy, no need to go faster
Now and then we'd meet up with other travellers
Hear the news or else swap family information
At the country fairs, we'd be meeting there
All the people of the travelling nation
I've known life hard and I've known it easy
And I've cursed the times when winter days were dawning
But I've danced and sang through the whole night long
Seen the summer sun rise in the morning
All you freeborn men of the travelling people
Every tinker, rolling stone and Gypsy rover
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
Your travelling days will soon be over