The Rising of the Moon

“Grace O’Malley,” traditional ballad sung by the Dreadnoughts, a Canadian Irish-punk band

What is the supposed occupation of of the “Man”?

A = ballad singer

B = pub bouncer

C = horse trader

D = police informer

oro se do bheatha bhaile

Oh-ro You're welcome home,

Oh-ro You're welcome home,Oh-ro You're welcome home...Now that summer's coming!Welcome oh woman who was so afflicted,It was our ruin that you were in bondage,Our fine land in the possession of thieves...And you sold to the foreigners!

ChorusGráinne O'Malley is coming over the sea,Armed warriors along with her as her guard,They are Irishmen, not French nor The aisling tradition

Who is Who?The Sergeant

The Man

Political FactionsNationalists

Unionists

Nationalists Re-establish political

independence 1803: Robert Emmet Repeal Movement 1848: Young Ireland 1867: Finians 1880s: Land League &

Parnell

Charles Stuart Parnell

The Minstrel

Boy

The Minstrel Boy to the war is goneIn the ranks of death you will find him;His father's sword he hath girded on,And his wild harp slung behind him;

"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,"Tho' all the world betrays thee,One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chainCould not bring that proud soul under;The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,For he tore its chords asunder;

And said "No chains shall sully thee,Thou soul of love and brav'ry!Thy songs were made for the pure and free,They shall never sound in slavery!"

Unionists Preserve the political

connection with England, Scotland, and Wales (the UK)

Conservative party or Tories

Irish Unionist Party (succeeded Conservatives)

Kildare Street Club

“The Old Orange Flute”

In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade,On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come,Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drumYou may talk of your harp, your piano or lute,But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.

Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn.Turned Papist himself and forsook the old causeThat gave us our freedom, religion and laws.Now, boys of the townland made some noise upon it,And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught.He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot,And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute.

At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.'Til after some time, at the priest's own desireHe went with that old flute to play in the choir.He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas,And try though he would, though it made a great noise,The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys."

Bob jumped and he stared and got in a flutterAnd threw the old flute in the blessed holy water.He thought that this charm would bring some other sound;When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down."Now, for all he could whistle and finger and blow,To play Papish music he found it no go."Kick the Pope" and "The Boyne Water" it freely would sound,But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found.

At the council of priests that was held the next dayThey decided to banish the old flute away.They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.As the flames soared around it, they heard a strange noise;'Twas the old flute still whistling "The Protestant Boys.""Toora lu, toora lay,Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee."

Religious divisions

Catholics Anglicans Presbyterians

Catholics

3/4ths of the population

Emancipated in 1829 Second-Class citizens

throughout 19th century

Ties to France & Rome

Monster meeting in supportof Repeal

Church of Ireland Anglican Protestant Ascendency

(land-owners, aristocrats)

Established Church until 1832

Ties to England

Jonathan Swift

Presbyterians

Enfranchised by Act of Union

Predominate in Northern Counties

Ties to Scotland

Siege of Derry

Age of O’Connell

Catholic Emancipation (1829)

Attempts to Repeal the Union (1840s)

Young Ireland: 1848Arthur Mcbride

Now the Sergeant did say, "If I hear one more word,I instantly now will out with me own sword,And into your bodies as strength will afford,And so my gay devils take warning."

But Arthur and I we counted the odds,And we barely gave them chance to draw their own blades,With our trusty shillelaghs came over their heads,And we paid them right smart in the morning.

As for the old rapiers that hung by their sides,We flung them as far as we could in the tide,"Now take that ye Devils," cries Arthur McBride,"And temper your steel in the morning."

As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouch,And made a football of his row-dee-dow-dow,Into the ocean for draken to roll,And we bade it a tedious returnin'.

Twas me and me cousin one Arthur McBride,As we went a walkin' down by the seaside;In search of good fortune and what may betide,The day was Christmas morning.

Twas me and me cousin one Arthur McBride,As we went a walkin' down by the seaside;We met Sergeant Upper and Corporal Pride,The day was Christmas morning.

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant did cry."And the same to you gentlemen," we did reply.Intending no harm we just meant to pass byThe day being pleasant and charming.

He says "my young fellows if you will enlist,A guinea you quickly will have in your fist.A crown in the bargain, to kick up the dust,And to drink the King's health in the morning

For a soldier he leads a very fine life,

And he always is blessed with a charming young wife,

And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife,

And sup on thin gruel in the morning."

Says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes,

For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose,

And you dare not change them one night or you know

If you do you'll be flogged in the morning.

And we have no desire to take your advance,

All hazards and danger, we'll not take the chance,

That ye'd have no scruples to send us to France,

Where ye know we'd be shot in the mornin'."

Romanticizing 1798

“The Rising of the Moon”

“The Croppy Boy”

THE FENIAN RISING OF 1868

“The Rising of the Moon” (1866)

O then, tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?

"Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen", and his cheeks were all aglow,

"I bear orders from the captain:-

get you ready quick and soonFor the pikes must be together

at the rising of the moon"

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,

For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

"O then tell me Sean O'Farrell

where the gath'rin is to be?""In the old spot by the river,

right well known to you and me.

One more word for signal token:- whistle up a marchin' tune,

With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon.”

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night,

Many a manly heart was beatin, for the coming morning light.

Murmurs ran along the valleys to the banshee's lonely croon

And a thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon.

All along that singing river

that black mass of men were seen,High above their shining weapons

flew their own beloved green.

"Death to every foe and traitor! Forward! Strike the marching tune."

And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'tis the rising of the moon".

Well they fought for poor old Ireland,

and full bitter was their fate,Oh what glorious pride and sorrow,

fills the name of ninety-eight!

Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood burning noon,

Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon

Fenians in Afghanistan?

Who are the “colonizers”?

Who are the “collaborators”?

Who are the “nationalists”?