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Brian Ó hEadhra & Fionnag NicChoinnich with Órla Ní Eadhra and Ró Ó hEadhra singing at the Blas Festival 2021. This song can be heard on the album Càirdeas (2021) by Brian Ó hEadhra & Fionnag NicChoinnich. On the Anam Communications label. CACD007 www.brian-fionnag.com www.anamcommunications.com Pat Murphy’s Meadow Faclan / Words: J. M. Devine Ceòl / Music: Peter McNulty Dh’ionnsaich Brian an t-òran brèagha seo bho a phàrantan, Aidan & Joyce O’Hara a bhiodh ga sheinn gu cunbhalach aig pàrtaidhean taighe ann an Talamh an Èisg agus ann an Èirinn. Pat Murphy's meadow is located in King’s Cove, Bonavista Bay, Newfoundland, Canada, and the words of this beautiful song were written by J. M. Devine, a resident of that outport fishing village, who used to mow the meadow for Pat. The autumn days are here again, the night winds chilly blow The woodlands turn to golden hue, and the harvest moon’s aglow I dream again of days long past, to come no more I know When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago I see the blue of ocean, the distant sails afar As the maiden in the meadow strikes up Dark Lochingar There was music soft and tender in the winds that whispered low When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago Where are the happy boys and girls that danced the gay quadrille And the singer who warbled sweetly The Burning Granite Mill To hear again at sunset Where Sweet Afton Waters Flow When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago Those days are but a memory, like the snows of yesteryear And when evening shades are falling, all alone I shed a tear On my cheek I feel the soft touch of the winds that whispered low When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago