ceolOn the breeze floats a loud nothingness That greets waiting ears so eagerly Setting hearts beating to reminisce Valleys filled with fleeting melodies Up high in the cliffs of Donegal Down deep in the mist of Kilkenny Have meticulous bards chronicled Heroes' history marred by villainy Do you hear the fiddle's whispering Coming nearer as we assemble? What was silence is now flickering A céilí we will soon resemble Do you hear the bodhrán's playfulness? With each beat, the ear grows livelier Now let's cue that sean-nós gracefulness With the tipper's beating mightier! Do you hear the pipes of Uilleann Through glens and forests still echoing? Sure to bring tappin' from everyone 'Till whoops and hollers are bellowing Do you hear the notes oft glorious From the feadóg stáin—clear, effortless? Putting to shame dear, old Orpheus Even cold Hades would acquiesce Do you feel, in your bones, eagerness To go home and join the excitement? Clackin', tappin' to songs, treasonous And dance Éirinn's jigs of incitement
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