This year’s Leaving Certificate results were issued on Friday last, September 2nd, 2022. Congratulations to all the pupils in Tipperary and nationwide who received their results. Sitting the Leaving Certificate exams, particularly at this time, is an enormous achievement in and of itself.
We at Thurles.info wish you every success for the future.
As is customary, pupils have been deservedly celebrating this milestone ahead of taking a new path; be it to work, an apprenticeship or college. Pubs and nightclubs have been busy all weekend playing the classic graduation songs in honour of our wonderful Leaving Certificate pupils.
Every graduation year has its own special song, but here at Thurles.info, to wish you all well for the weeks and years ahead, we’ve chosen the lesser known hit “My Wish for You” from the American Country music band Rascal Flatts.
“My Wish“ Composers Steve Robson & Jeffrey Steele.
I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow And each road leads you where you want to go And if you’re faced with a choice, and you have to choose I hope you choose the one that means the most to you And if one door opens to another door closed I hope you keep on walkin’ ’till you find the window If it’s cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile But more than anything, more than anything My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small You never need to carry more than you can hold And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too Yeah, this, is my wish I hope you never look back, but ya never forget All the ones who love you, in the place you left I hope you always forgive, and you never regret And you help somebody every chance you get Oh, you find God’s grace, in every mistake And always give more than you take But more than anything, yeah, more than anything My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small You never need to carry more than you can hold And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too Yeah, this, is my wish. Yeah My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that want it to Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small You never need to carry more than you can hold And while you’re out there gettin’ where you’re gettin’ to I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too Yeah, this is my wish (My wish for you) This is my wish (My wish for you) Hope you know somebody loves you (My wish for you) May all your dreams come true (My wish for you)
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Top Fifteen Graduation Songs for Leaving Cert Class of 2022
In honour of the Leaving Certificate Class of 2022, we’ve pulled together a Top Fifteen of Graduation songs, together with their links. Enjoys these wise words and wishes!
This song hereunder, beautifully sung by Alison Krauss, was often sung by victims of slavery and contained coded messages with regards their attempts to escape.
When the enslaved people escaped, they would walk in the “river” because the water covered their scent from bounty-hunters’ dogs and slave catchers.
Similarly, the words“starry crown” possibly refers to those attempting to escape, to remember to navigate by using the stars.
The words “Good Lord, show me the way”is most likely a prayer for God’s guidance in their efforts to find an escape route, commonly known as the “Underground Railroad.”
The “Underground Railroad” referred too above, was an established network of secret routes and safe houses established in the United States during the 19th century and used by enslaved African Americans to enable their escape into northern free states or Canada. Regarded as the Father of the “Underground Railroad “; William Still helped hundreds of slaves to escape often hiding them in his home in Philadelphia. Others unaware of this network of escape routes, would escape independently of the “Underground Railroad”, to take up residence in the swamplands of Virginia and North Carolina, having escaped their cruel enslavement.
A Tale of the Great Dismal Swamp. By Author Harriet Beecher Stowe.
“Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds, His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, and man never trod before. And, when on the earth he sunk to sleep, If slumber his eyelids knew, He lay where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tears, that nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew.”
The International Labour Organization estimates that, by their definitions, over 40 million people are in some form of slavery tonight.
“The Good Old Way” or “Down To The River To Pray”.
As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good ol’ way, And who shall wear the starry crown Good Lord, show me the way, O sisters, let’s go down, Let’s go down, come on down, O sisters, let’s go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good ol’ way, And who shall wear the robe and crown, Good Lord, show me the way. O brothers, let’s go down, Let’s go down, come on down, Come on, brothers, let’s go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good ol’ way, And who shall wear the starry crown, Good Lord, show me the way. O fathers, let’s go down, Let’s go down, come on down, O fathers, let’s go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good ol’ way, And who shall wear the robe and crown, Good Lord, show me the way. O mothers, let’s go down, Come on down, don’t you wanna go down? Come on, mothers, let’s go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good ol’ way, And who shall wear the starry crown, Good Lord, show me the way. O sinners, let’s go down Let’s go down, come on down O sinners, let’s go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good ol’ way, And who shall wear the robe and crown, Good Lord, show me the way.
This child he means the world to me. There is no more enchanted. A child can take this place of ruin, And magically enhance it. I see him in a golden room, With the book of life before him. Strange instruments upon his charts, And the crystal glow inside him.
He’s your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true. You’ve searched all of your life. I see him now flying over the universe.
This child will build a violin. One will follow the traveller’s love. Another will the bow apply, To reach the one above. I see her in a golden room, With the moon and stars above her. Her simple smile is Heaven’s gate, With the Queen of all beside her.
She’s your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true. You’ve searched all of your life. I see her now flying over the universe.
Your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true. You’ve searched all of your life. I see them now flying over the universe.
To ramble is to wonder at the majesty of life. All its rich diversity, serenity and strife. For many a year I rambled, aye, I met times good and bad, Some had tea pots for the rambler, and others a dog gone mad. Oh, it’s weary, on the long road and how my feet get sore, But what learning is a load, I think I’ll ramble more. For life’s to me is seeking, till there’s nothing more to see. You know, now that I think its like eternity. Often on the darkest road, not even a star for light, I think of a fixed abode, where never falls the night. The long and lonely bitter night and the whistling wind and rain When oft my heart gives way to fright, and my body’s tore with pain. ‘Tis then I ponder journey’s end, cold and old and sad, ‘Tis then I wonder where I’d go, aye, wonder till I’m mad. But then always dawns the sun, the miracle of the morn. Broken, broke and bewildered, with the sun I’m newly born. And Nature, like a Spanish wine, engulfs my soul with joy, And I go on the road again, but still keep asking why? Ah, but the weary wherefores, that dull the heart of living, That tear at the finest thoughts in manner unforgiving. Ifs and buts and constantly, the never ceasing quest Sweet birds’ sweetest harmony, is reasonless the best. Yet, nigh always in my roving, I see strange sights it’s true, The lonely wonder of the moon, the awesome sea of blue, Queer things that bother reason and ways beyond the mind, Aye, and queerest of them all, the goodness of mankind. I met a widow woman three biscuits were her store A cup of tea into my hand and then she had no more. Yet did I see a wonder there that no one could imagine, The wonder of a heart of care and, aye, it baffles reason. I think it’s all this giving that nothing can defy That makes life worth the living and living worth a try. Just a friendly cup of tea and brown bread, sometimes bacon, Oft drowns all rationality and reason’s overtaken. Many a like yarn I’d relate, many a one tomorrow, ‘Tis love transforms the heart of hate, empties the cup of sorrow. Lowlands, highlands, dale and glen, for many a lifelong season I have trod time and again and ‘tis love gives me a reason. Then my pen no longer traces each possibility; Thank God for the friendly faces, for they are life to me. For all such is a mirror of that which will not die All troubles, tears and terror, depart with all the why. For love was never reason, all reasons of the earth, My God, my bones were freezing, but joy was in my heart. Dear God, to whom we wander with every struggling mile. Scorn not the hearts that ponder, they only sleep awhile. And one day we will waken with all this rambling o’er, Never again to reason or wherefore anymore.
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Tom Ryan “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
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