Vocals: English soft rock singer Chris Ward Norman, former lead singer with the English rock band ‘Smokie’. Lyrics: Songwriter, guitarist, rock singer Chris Ward Norman
Still in Love with You.
I get the same old feeling, Whenever I’m with you. What else can I do, I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I’m still in love with you, ooh.
I get the same old yearning, When you were by my side, A feeling I can’t hide. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. Oh baby, I can’t help it, I’m still in love with you.
No one thrills me like you do. No one hurts as much as you. (In a long and lonely night) Well I wake up calling out your name, Since you’re gone babe, Nothing seems the same, No, no.
Nothing seems the same, baby. I can’t help it. I can’t help it, I’m still in love with you. Why don’t you listen to what I say now, No one thrills me like you do. No one hurts as much as you. (In a long and lonely night) Oh I wake up calling out your name, You know since you’ve gone, Babe, Nothing seems the same, believe me darling. Ooh, ooh.
I get the same old feeling, Whenever I’m with you. What am I, what am I, gonna do. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. Oh baby, I can’t help it. I’m still in love with you. (Same old feeling) You know I’m still in love with you. (Same old feeling) Baby, baby, baby. (Same old feeling) You know I’m still in love, still in love with you. END
Lyrics: American singer and songwriters Maren Morris, Tom Douglas, and David Hodges(Published 2015), Vocals: Maren Morris, featuring American country, bluegrass, and rock singer, songwriter, and musician Vince Gill.
Dear Hate.
Dear Hate, I saw you on the news today, Like a shock that takes my breath away, You fall like rain, cover us in drops of pain, I’m afraid there we just might drown.
Dear Hate, Well, you sure are colour-blind. Your kiss is the cruellest kind, You could poison any mind, Just look at mine, Don’t know how this world keeps spinning around and around.
Chorus. You were there in the garden, like a snake in the grass, I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass, You whisper down through history and echo through these halls, But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer us all.
Dear Hate, You were smiling from that Selma bridge, In Dallas, when that bullet hit and Jackie cried, You pulled those towers from the sky, But even on our darkest nights, The world keeps spinning around.
Repeat Chorus.
Dear Love, Just when I think you have given up, You were there in the garden when I ran from your voice, I hear you every morning through the chaos and the noise, You still whisper down through history and echo through these halls, Then tell me, love’s gonna conquer us all. Gonna conquer all.
Irish “Go n-éirí an bóthar chun bualadh leat”, translates as“May the Road Rise to Meet You”.
Lyrics: American musician, singer-songwriter Roger McGuinn and his wife Camilla, (the former was founder and leader of ‘The Byrds’). Vocals: Irish American singer-songwriter, Cathie Ryan.
May the Road Rise to Meet You.
Summertime the sun would shine, we’d lay out in the field, Sheltered in the shadow of a tree. We write our songs to take along, And sing out on the road, And you would always sing this song to me.
Chorus. May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be at your back, May the sun shine down warm upon your land, May the rain fall soft upon your face until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Autumn leaves would leave the trees, In colours on the ground. Swirling patterns beautiful to see. I’d lay my head down on your lap, I would not make a sound, And you would always sing this song to me.
Repeat Chorus.
In the winter days the trees would shiver in the wind, Waiting for the warming touch of spring, You’d hold me in the firelight. We’d stare into the flames, And this is what you always used to sing.
Lyrics: Teacher, composer, musician, songwriter and Baptist Church Deacon/Minister, the late James B. Coats(1901-1961). Vocals: American singer-songwriter, actress, and philanthropist Dolly Parton; Featuring artists American singer Linda Ronstadt and American singer, songwriter, musician, bandleader and activist Emmylou Harris.
The Sweetest Gift.
One day a mother went to a prison, To see an erring but precious son. She told the warden how much she loved him, It did not matter what he had done.
She did not bring to him a parole or pardon. She brought no silver, no pomp or style. It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light, The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.
She left a smile you can remember. She’s gone to heaven from heartaches free. Those walls around you could never change her, You were her baby and e’er will be.
She did not bring to him a parole or pardon. She brought no silver, no pomp or style. It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light, The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.
She did not bring to him a parole or pardon. She brought no silver, no pomp or style. It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light, The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile. The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.
The very talented Mrs Theodora FitzGibbon(née Rosling) was born in 1916, in London, England, to parents John Archibald Rosling and Alice Winfred (née Hodgins). She would grow up to become a successful model; actress; Irish cookery writer [‘A Taste Of ‘ series]; novelist and playwright, [‘The Flight of the Kingfisher’ (1967), latter made into a successful television play for BBC TV; together with two memoirs, ‘With Love’ (1982), and ‘Love Lies a Loss’ (1985)].
During her lifetime which stretched over a 74 year period, she married twice; first to Constantine Fitzgibbon (1944). She would later meet the photographer and surrealist painter Peter Rose Pulham (1910-1956) in Paris, where they began a four year love affair. She divorced her first husband in 1960, to marry George Morrison in the same year.
Theodora FitzGibbon most certainly travelled in Co. Tipperary and recorded recipes gleaned from towns like Cloughjordan and Thurles in Tipperary North Riding, and like Carrick-on-Suir, in Tipperary South Riding. Same Tipperary recipes were included in her highly popular series of “A Taste Of”, which were regional recipe specialities, first published some 56 years ago, in 1968. Complementing the recipe text in her publications were archival photographs of life and landscapes, as viewed back in 19th century Ireland.
In 1987 Theodora FitzGibbon was awarded the Prix Choucroutre First Prize for European Food Journalism at Bonn, in theGerman state of North Rhine-Westphalia. Theodora FitzGibbon would go on to become one of the founding members of the Irish Food Writers’ Guild and the Guild’s first ever President. Theodora FitzGibbon, passed away in 1991, at her residence in Killiney, Co. Dublin, Ireland.
Older readers will remember the song ‘The Ould Lammas Fair’, which contained the lines:
“But the scene that haunts my memory is kissing Mary Ann, Her pouting lips all sticky, from eating Yellow Man”.
But how many of our readers, today, can claim they have eaten “Yellow Man”.
‘Yellow Man‘ was a toffee which was made by the same family for several hundred years. It was a brittle yellow toffee which had sections broken off from a large block. Theodora FitzGibbon gives us the original recipe, but first let’s listen to the almost 100-year-old song itself; sung here by Northern Irish singer, the late Ms Ruby Murray(1935–1996), together with the lyrics written by the disabled Ballycastle, Co. Antrim, bog oak carver, the late Mr John Henry MacAuley, latter who passed away in 1937, before his song became famous.
The Old Lammas Fair.
At the Ould Lammas Fair in Ballycastle long ago, I met a little colleen, who set me heart a-glow; She was smiling at her daddy, buying lambs from Paddy Roe, At the Ould Lammas Fair in Ballycastle 0. I seen her home that night, When the moon was shining bright, From the ould Lammas Fair at Ballycastle-O.
Chorus: At the Ould Lammas Fair, boys, were you ever there? Were you ever at the fair in Ballycastle 0? Did you treat your Mary Ann to some Dulse and Yellow Man? At the Ould Lammas Fair in Ballycastle 0.
In Flanders fields afar, while resting from the war, We drank Bon-Sante to the Flemish lassies 0, But the scene that haunts my memory is kissing Mary Ann, Her pouting lips all sticky from eating Yellow Man. We crossed the silver Morgey and strolled across the strand, From the Ould Lammas Fair at Ballycastle 0!
Repeat Chorus:
There’s a neat little cabin on the slopes of ould Knocklaod, It’s lit by love and sunshine, where the heather honey’s made, By the bees ever humming and our childer’s joyous call, Resounds across the valley when the shadows fall. I take my fiddle down and my Mary smiling there, Brings back a happy memory of the Lammas Fair
Repeat Chorus:
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OriginalRecipe for Yellow Man.
Ingredients: A one pound tin of golden syrup. A half-pound (or one cup) of brown sugar. One teaspoon of baking soda. One heaped tablespoon of butter. Two tablespoons of vinegar.
Method: Melt the butter and run this round the pan. Add sugar, syrup and vinegar. Stir until sugar and all ingredients are dissolved/melted. Boil without stirring until a little of the toffee becomes crisp and brittle, if put in cold water. Next add the baking soda, which will make the ingredients foam. Stir again, then pour on to a greased slab or a large dish. Pull apart until it is pale yellow in colour. It can then be poured into a greased tin and cut into squares if preferred.
With this original recipe now shared, and local elections coming up; local politicians might like to advance funding to some enterprising Thurles resident, latter anxious to start a factory manufacturing “Thurles Yellow Man“. God knows we need the employment.
This “Old Lammas Fair” event dates back to the 17th century, however on August 28th 2001, a Royal Ulster Constabulary officer discovered a large incendiary bomb in the centre of Ballycastle, Co Antrim, whilst this fair was running. The area was quickly cleared by British Army bomb disposal experts, who happily managed to defused the device before it exploded. The 2020 and 2021 editions of the fair were cancelled due to the COVID-19 pandemic, however this year “The Old Lammas Fair” will take place again from Saturday to Tuesday, August 24th to August 27th 2024.
Other Tipperary recipes published by Mrs Theodora FitzGibbon, will be revealed here shortly.
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