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Near the Town Hall was a great crowd of people listening to a couple of minstrels who chanted alternate lines of a modernised version of the Shan van vocht. "Let me make the songs of a people, and I care not who makes its laws." Mr. Gladstone is appreciated now. The heart of the Connaughtman throbs responsive to his pet appellation. This is part of the song
We'll pay no more Rackrents, Says the Shan Van Vocht, We'll pay no more Rackrents, Says the Shan Van Vocht; We'll pay no more Rackrents, To upstart shoneen gents, Whose hearts are hard as flints, Says the Shan Van Vocht.
Parnell's is keenly relished by many, and has gained him, from a poet, whose Hibernian extraction speaks in his every line, the incomprehensible title of "Young Lion of the Fold." Young Lion of the Fold, Says the Shan Van Vocht, Young Lion of the Fold, Says the Shan Van Vocht; Young Lion of the Fold, Bade us the harvest hold We'll do as he has told, Says the Shan Van Vocht.
Good-bye, Little Black Rose, growing on the stern Atlantic shore! Good-bye, Rose of the World, with your jewels of emerald and amethyst, the green of your fields and the misty purple of your hills! Good-bye, Shan Van Vocht, Poor Little Old Woman!
John Dillon says at every station, 'Twill be his conversation Till Oireland is a nation, says the Grand Old Man. There are three more verses of this immortal strain. The Shan van vocht was the great song of the '98 rebellion, and possibly the G.O.M.'s happy adaptability to the music may put the finishing touch to his world-wide renown.
Shan Van Vocht Hotel, Heart of Connemara. Shan Van Vocht means in English the 'Poor Little Old Woman, one of the many endearing names given to Ireland in the Gaelic. There is, too, a well-known rebel song called by this title one which was not only written in Irish and English, but which was translated into French for the soldiers at Brest who were to invade Ireland under Hoche.
He used chiefly to give selections from Lover's songs, and one song written for him by John McArdle, "Pat Delany's Christenin'." John had an instinctive grasp of stage effect. A hint of the possibilities of an idea was enough for him. On my return from the Curragh I told him of how I had heard the militia men and soldiers singing the "Shan Van Vocht" on the road.
Then glory to Parnell, Says the Shan Van Vocht, Then glory to Parnell, Says the Shan Van Vocht, Oh, all glory to Parnell, Whom the people love so well, And his foes may go to , Says the Shan Van Vocht. There is an American humourist who once said that "if the lion ever did lie down with the lamb it would be with the lamb inside of him."
After two hours more of this we reached the Shan Van Vocht Hotel, where we had engaged apartments; but we found to our consternation that it was full, and that we had been put in lodgings a half-mile away.
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