"Banks of the Moy" - Co. Mayo The sad tale of the fate of Michael Davitt, (25 March 1846 – 30 May 1906) Davitt was an Irish republican activist for a variety of causes, especially Home Rule and land reform. Cathy Jordan - Vocals Máirtín O’Connor - Accordion Steve Cooney - Guitars Cormac Cullinan - Artist https://cormaccullinanartist.com Thanks to The Arts Council of Ireland for their support in this project. Peter Crann - Project Coordinator www.crankieisland.com Recorded at sun studios Tuam Co Galway Engineered by Kenny Ralph Mastered by Richie Ford The 32 track "crankie Island" album is out now on Bandcamp. https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/album/the-crankie-island-song-project Lyrics; One day as I went to my rambles from Swinford to sweet Ballylea I met with a maid as I rambled and her name it was Mary Magee. Well, she sighed for the rights of old Ireland: Michael Davitt, my brave Irish boy, He is now in a prison in Portland, Far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy. I quickly approached this fair maiden, asked her the cause of her woe and what was the cause of her misery that forced her from home to roam. Well, she sighed, for the rights of old Ireland Michael Davitt, my brave Irish boy, He is now in a prison in Portland, Far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy. Don't speak of your sweet '67, We had brave men and true men you know There was young Peter Carney, God rest him, He died in Killarney, also. He was trailed by the brave, Michael Davitt, 'round the valleys and plains of Fermoy. And that's why he's in prison in Portland, Far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy. So now to conclude and to finish I hope that the day soon will come when those cruel landlords and bailiffs From the isle of St. Patrick must run. We will unfurl our green and gold banner And we’ll raise them for Ireland on high, Then we will drink to our brave Michael Davitt from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy.

"The Dear Little Town in the Old County Down" Co. Down (Traditional) I learned this song of exile from the singing of Noreen Collins from Drimoleague Co Cork and also Count John McCormack. Cathy Jordan - Vocals, uke guitar Sean Óg Graham - Guitar, bass Feargal Murray - Trumpet Niamh Dunne - Violin Harriet Myfanwy Nia Tahany - Illustration & Crankie Design Iliocth Tahany - Crankie Construction Assistant www.crankieisland.com Peter Crann - Production Coordinator Thanks to The Arts Council Of Ireland for their support. Cathy Jordan’s Crankie Island 32 track album available now on Bandcamp https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/album/the-crankie-island-song-project This song was recorded at Bann View Studios Portglenone Engineered by Sean Óg Graham Mastered by Richard Ford Lyrics; If I had the wings of a swallow I would travel far over the sea And a rocky old road I would follow to a spot that is heaven to me When the sun goes to rest way down in the west Then I'll build such a nest in the place I love best In that dear little town in the old County Down It will linger way down in my heart Tho it never was grand it is my fairy land Just a wonderful world set apart O my island of dreams you are with me it seems And I care not for fame or renown Like the black sheep of old I'll return to the fold Little town in the old County Down. In the evening when shadows are falling 'Round the old door without any key There's a voice in my dreams ever calling And loving eyes watching for me There is someone I bless with true tenderness And her lips I'll caress when I bring happiness In that dear little town in the old County Down It will linger way down in my heart Tho it never was grand it is my fairy land Just a wonderful world set apart O my island of dreams you are with me it seems And I care not for fame or renown Like the black sheep of old I'll return to the fold Little town in the old County Down.

"The Rocks of Bawn" Co. Cavan Cathy Jordan Vocals, Accordion Lisa O’Neill - Vocals, Shrutti Box Peter Crann - Artwork (An 18th Century song referring to the displacement of native Irish farmers from their traditional lands during the reign of Oliver Cromwell) Although some might think of the song as being from Galway or Donegal, it is deemed to be from Cavan in Sam Henry’s songs of the people and by traditional song collector, John Moulden. www.crankieisland.com Peter Crann - Project Coordinator Thanks to The Arts Council Of Ireland for their support. Cathy Jordan’s Crankie Island 32 track album available now on Bandcamp https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/album/the-crankie-island-song-project Recorded at the Magic Room Cairns Hill Sligo Engineered by Brian McDonogh Mastered by Richie Ford Lyrics Come all you loyal heroes wherever you may be Don't toil with any master 'till you know what your work will be For you must rise up early from the clear daylight till the dawn And you never will be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn My shoes they are well worn, my socks are wearing thin And my heart is always trembling for fear they might give in My heart is always trembling from the clear daylight till the dawn For fear I wont be able to plough the rocks of Bawn My curse upon you Sweeney you have me nearly robbed You're sitting by the fireside with you doogeen in your gob You're sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight 'till the dawn And you never will be able now to plough the rocks of Bawn Rise up gallant Sweeney and get your horses hay And give them a good feed of oats before they start the day Don't feed him on soft turnip put him out on yon green lawn Or he never will be able for to plough the rocks of Bawn I wish the Queen of England would send for me in time And place me in some regiment all in my youth of prime I'd fight for Ireland's glory from the clear daylight 'till the dawn And I would never return again to plough the rocks of Bawn

The Spanish Lady Dublin This old Dublin song has many versions, the lady in question is a “lady of the night” the odd and even numbers in this version are said to refer to ‘she had the odds and evens of it’ ie she had it all. Cathy Jordan - Vocals, Guitalele Anna Houston - Vocals, cello, Claudia Schwab - Vocals, violin, Rick Epping - Vocals, harmonica Concertina Seamie O’Dowd - Vocals, Guitalele Jon Berkeley - Original crankie illustrations www.crankieisland.com Peter Crann - Production Coordinator Thanks to The Arts Council Of Ireland for their support. Cathy Jordan’s Crankie Island 32 track album available now on Bandcamp https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/album/the-crankie-island-song-project Recorded in Scott Nolan’s studio Winnipeg Canada Engineered by Jamie Sitar Mastered by Richard Ford Lyrics (and numbers): As I went down through Dublin City at the hour of 12 at night Who should I see but the Spanish lady washing her feet by candle light First she washed them then she dried them, over a fire of amber coals In all my life I never did see a maid so sweet about the souls She had 20, 18, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 none She had 19, 17, 15, 13, 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, and 1 As I came back through Dublin City at the hour of half past eight Who should I see but the Spanish lady combing her hair in the broad daylight First washed it then she brushed it, I her lap lay a silvery comb In all my life I near did see a maid so sweet as I did roam She had 20, 18, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 none She had 19, 17, 15, 13, 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, and 1 As I came back through dublin city, just as the sun was about to set Who should I see but the Spanish lady catching a moth in a golden net When she saw me then she fled me lifting her petticoats ore her knee In all my life I nare did see a maid so shy as this lady She had 20, 18, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 none She had 19, 17, 15, 13, 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, and 1 Round and round goes the wheel of fortune, where it rests now wearies me, fair maid they are so deceiving sad experience teaches me Old age has laid her hand upon me, cold as a fire of ashy coals Where is the lovely Spanish lady so mortal neat as I did roam She had 20, 18, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 none She had 19, 17, 15, 13, 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, and 1

"Lakes of Coolfinn" - Co. Waterford The story of a tragic drowning in Coolfinn lake, Cathy Jordan - Vocals Benny McCarthy - Accordion Caoimhín Ó Fearghaíl - Bouzouki, Whistle, Donal Clancy - Guitar, Voice Janie Cavanagh - Artwork Rogue Gallery & Studios Lee Hennesy - Crankie Box construction Recorded in Benny McCarthy’s studio Doon Mixed by Billy Sutton Mastering - Richie Ford Adapted and arranged by Cathy Jordan Lyrics; It was early one morning' young Willie rose And off to his comrade's bedchamber did go Sayin', "Arise dearest comrades! Let nobody know" "It's a fine summer's morning' to the lakes let us go” Well, Willie plunged in and he swam to lay ground 'Till he came to an island of soft marshy ground Crying, "Comrades dearest comrades, do not venture in For there's false and deep waters in the Lakes of Coolfin Well, early next morning Willie's sister arose And onto her mother's bedchamber did go Sayin', "I had a sad dream 'bout Willie last night He was clad in a shroud, In a shroud of snow white” Well, later that evening Willie's mother stood there She was ringing her fingers and tearing her hair Saying woe to the hour young Willie plunged in For there's false and deep waters in the Lakes of Coolfin Well, I saw a fair maid standing fast by the shore Her face it was sad she was crying for sure Singing woe to the hour young Willie plunged in For there's false and deep waters in the Lakes of Coolfin

"Sliabh Gallion Braes" Co. Tyrone This songs tells of the eviction of tenant farmers in Tyrone Cathy Jordan - Vocals Roger Tallroth - Guitars Gustaf Ljunggren - Lap Steel, ewi Lars Andreas Huag - Tuba Jim Mckee - Artwork Dualta Mckee - Crankie operator Peter Crann - Production Coordinator Thanks to The Arts Council Of Ireland for their support. The 32 track album "Crankie Island song Project" is available now on Bandcamp https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/album/the-crankie-island-song-project Recorded and mixed in Studio Strandgatan, Uppsala Sweden Engineered by Martin Igelstrom Mastering by Bernie Becker Produced by Roger Tallroth Music Arranged - Jordan, Tallroth, Ljunggren Lyrics; As I was walkin' one morning all in the month of May To view all your mountains and valleys so gay, I was thinking on the flowers all going to decay That bloom around ye, bonny, bonny Slieve Gallion Braes. Full of times I have wandered with my dog and my gun, I'd ramble these mountains and your valleys for fun, But those days they now all over and I can no longer stay So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallion Braes. How oft in the evening with the sun all in the west I walked hand in hand with the one I love best But the hopes of youth are ended and I am far away So farewell unto you bonny bonny Slieve Gallion Braes 'tis not for the want of employment at home That causes the son of ould Ireland to roam, But the rates were gettin' higher and I could no longer stay So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallion Braes. Our isle it will be green and our cottages be gay Our children will be clothed and our wives will drink strong tea Oh you tyrannizing landlords - I will no longer stay So farewell unto to you bonny bonny Slieve Gallion Braes

"The Patriot Game" Co. Monaghan The song was originally written about an incident during the border campaign launched by the Irish Republican Army during the 1950s, but has evolved into an anti-war song over the years. Liam Clancy adapted one of the lines to "So I gave up my boyhood to drill and to train, to play my own part in the patriot game" Lyrics Dominic Behan 1928 -1989 Melody Traditional - One Morning In May Cathy Jordan - Vocals Donal Clancy - Vocals and guitar Anne-June Callaghan - Original crankie illustrations Peter Crann - Production Coordinator Thanks to The Arts Council Of Ireland for their support. 32 track album available now on Bandcamp https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/album/the-crankie-island-song-project Recorded in Doon Studios Waterford Engineered by Benny McCarthy And the Blue Room studio Grange Sligo Engineered by Luke Devaney Mastered by Richard Ford Come all you young rebels and list while I sing For love of one's country is a terrible thing It banishes fear with the speed of a flame And makes us all part of the patriot's game My name is O'Hanlon, I've just gone sixteen My home is in Monaghan and where I was weaned I've learned all my life cruel England’ to blame So now I am part of the patriot game It's barely a year since I wandered away With a local battalion of the bold IRA I've read of our heroes, I've wanted the same to play up my part in the patriot's game They told me how Connolly was shot in a chair His wounds from the battle all bloody and bare His fine body twisted, all tattered and lame They soon made him part of the patriot's game This Ireland of ours has for long been half free Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny So I gave up my boyhood to drill and to train To play my own part in the patriot game Now as I lie here my body all holes I think of those traitors who bargained and sold I wish that my rifle had given the same For those Quislings who sold out the patriot game

"The Girl I left Behind Me" Representing Co. Carlow, as party of Cathy Jordan's Crankie island Song Project. www.crankieisland.com A 14 year old boy from Carlow meets a colonel, who enlists him in the Wicklow Rangers. He leaves his girl behind. Her friends tell her not to worry. If he survives his enlistment he will return to his darling. Cathy Jordan - Vocals, bodhran Donal Clancy - Vocals, guitar Caoimhín Ó Fearghaíl - Bouzouki, whistle, uilleann pipes Benny McCarthy - Accordion Patricia Correia - Original Crankie illustrations Peter Crann - Production Coordinator Tony Travers - Crankie Box technician Thanks to The Arts Council Of Ireland for their support. Cathy Jordan’s Crankie Island 32 track album available now on Bandcamp https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/album/the-crankie-island-song-project Lyrics adapted by Cathy Jordan Recorded in Doon Studious Waterford engineered Benny McCarthy Mixed by Billy Sutton Mastered by Richie Ford Lyrics: Come all you handsome comely maids that lives near Carlow dwelling Beware of young men’s flattering tongues with words to you they’re telling Beware of the kindest words they say be wise and never mind them For if they were to be talking till they die they’d still leave you behind them. I was scarcely eighteen years of age when I was broken-hearted I was deep in love for seven long years when first my jewel he parted These maidens wonder why I’m mourn and bid me not to mind him For he will have more grief than joy for the leaving of you behind him. In Carlow town I was brought up all free from debt or dangers When Colonel Reilly listed me to join the Wicklow Rangers He dressed me up in scarlet red and treated me most kindly But still I thought my heart would break for the girl I left behind me. Oh me and my comrade both walked out one day for recreation Me and my comrade both walked out to view a pleasant station Me and my comrade both sat down while fair maids sat beside us And we raised a glass and drank a toast to the girls we left behind us. Right angrily these maids arose saying we can stay no longer For if we're not home by milking time I’m sure there will be anger Sit down my handsome comely maids your cows are all in clover Sit down fair maids and be content for your milking days are over. It's not my love I blame I own all for our separation That left me wandering far from home to a distant nation But if ever I get liberty no one shall ever bind me I’ll see my native land once more and the girl I left behind me