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Líadán are a Traditional Irish music band. From liadan.ie: Blending together their rich musical backgrounds, these six more...

Líadán are a Traditional Irish music band. From liadan.ie: Blending together their rich musical backgrounds, these six talented young ladies create a fresh and exciting sound that explores both traditional and new material. From Galway and Limerick this inspiring all-female band comprises of six members: Síle Denvir, harpist; Deirdre Chawke, piano accordion; Elaine Cormican, whistles. Valerie Casey and Claire Dolan, fiddles; Catherine Clohessy, flute.

The uniqueness of Líadan lies in the deeply traditional essence of their music and in each band member’s ability to shine both instrumentally and vocally. Líadan’s stage presence exudes a group personality that is both vibrant and engaging. Their tune playing features striking string and reed rhythms and accompaniments, while always keeping the melody central to their arrangements. Coupled with that, the members are highly talented vocalists, displaying an astounding ability to move audiences with their settings of traditional and sean-nós songs in the Gaelic and English language, using acapella, harmonies and instrumental arrangements.

Líadan’s musical and vocal prowess, their ability to move effortlessly between Irish and English language song, and the traditionally rooted core of their music makes them a force to be reckoned within the Irish traditional band stakes.

The lyrics below don’t exactly match the Líadán version in the video. Apologies in advance for the machine translation, I’ll translate this properly when I get the time.

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Irish

English

I commend the grain barley juice forever forever And never
No sorry not a popular King George
John Ford to be a justice, most people would advise
As I sent to learn ócam exhaustion

Randa dideloram 'it ócam the prison
Juice of the barley grain spare the
exhaustion Defence

I opened the store which had ócam overflowing
I gave a lot my I ghabhlach, enough for a month,
I was laughing from the guard who was around me
When I asked the superintendent how it grew evident

Randa dideloram 'it ócam the prison
Juice of the barley grain spare the
exhaustion Defence

What you say Mac O'Loughlin went to sleep peacefully,
When attacked luchain part ícaim night.
The next morning, the superintendent was telling
, pounced, says the governor,'' has all the devil.''

Randa dideloram 'it ócam the prison
Juice of the barley grain spare the
exhaustion Defence

'm Not sad that every Sunday is a holiday,
My position out there in the garden, inside a ring I'm going around
That flow from my eyes tear when I think
That work Sundays always be resented this way

I was a summer morning I made my bed down
When I saw the superintendent 's moving to me.
'' And that was how you, what dnamh?
your hands in your pocket ócam exhaustion?''

Randa dideloram 'it ócam the prison
Juice of the barley grain spare the
exhaustion Defence

Randa dideloram 'it ócam the prison
The juice of the barley grain spare exhaustion Volunteers

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