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🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇮🇪 *Ghift Dhe Agus An Righ* - Bhí mo chroí ó shin trasna na farraige - I feel your presence and accept your guidance; I follow the path that leads to where your soul still remains. With each step, I am weaving the threads. You are in my heart, eternally. —ʝ . ℳɕ - don té a choinníonn mo chroí - - - - 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇮🇪 9+6=15+81=96 • FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY • s i d e • b l o g • birth • life • death • reincarnation • spirit • soul • love • earth • water • fire • air • symbolism • heritage • THE IRISH & THE SCOTTISH

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|| “…I hear you in every song, in every broken melody, in every voice that trembles like it knows what you meant to me. I hear you in every song, in every note that lingers long. You left the world I wake inside, but you live in every song. If love becomes an echo, then echo back to me. If grief becomes a prayer, then let it set you free. If I cannot walk beside you; if I cannot bring you home, then haunt me through the music so I never feel alone. (…) Some voices never leave; they just become the music.” || StormRoad Music, I Hear You in Every Song

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If I should die tonight  and my bones laid in the earth  would my voice not be the wind  and the sun my smile?  I am the blood in your veins;  all the lives I have lived  have been, in this way,  transmuted to new life  flowing from your heart to mine.  I am the beat of the Bodhrán  and the touch of the line on water  I am the thought unbidden  the instinct that springs -  If you listen not to me,  then you ignore yourself,  and silence your own voice.  I am the string plucked,  the note quivering  the dream sung by voices  you remember from your cradle.  I am the silent watch of the nights  and the first breath of morning  because you carry me always in your heart.

— Geraldine Moorkens Byrne, Ancestor

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The High Kings || City of Chicago

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(…) Le èiginn ar n-èirigh às ar suain / Le èiginn ar n-èirigh às ar suain / An Gaidheal ‘sa leabaidh / An Gaidheal ‘na shuain / Le èiginn ar n-èirigh às ar suain.

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Mary Black feat. The High Kings || Past the Point of Rescue

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The High Kings || Caledonia

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Bagatelle || Summer in Dublin

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…but see how proudly her war steeds are prancing // Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path // The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing // Triumphantly riding through ruin and death // Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs // Deep eyed in gore is the green tartan’s wave // Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman’s wheel // Victorious in battlefield, Scotland the brave // Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs // Deep eyed in gore is the green tartan’s wave // Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman’s wheel // Victorious in battlefield, Scotland the brave…