Declan O’Rourke Go Domhain I Do Chuimhne

Declan O’Rourke Go Domhain I Do Chuimhne

Declan O'Rourke Go Domhain I Do Chuimhne

There is a saying: the winners write the history, the losers write the songs.


While there is no shortage of Irish songs about British mistreatment of the Irish, it took 170 years for a whole album of songs to be written about the Famine. Declan O’Rourke was the one to do that.


“Around 2000 or so, I learned that my granddad was born in a workhouse in Gort,” O’Rourke recalls, recounting the intrigue he felt at that discovery. “I didn’t really know what that meant but I wanted to find out more about it. About two months later, when I came across John O’Connor’s book. I opened it up on the bus on the way home that evening, and it hit me between the eyes. I had no idea that the workhouses had anything to do with the famine. I didn’t know much about the famine at all, the same as everybody else. (from an Irish Times article)


Declan O’Rourke Go Domhain I Do Chuimhne

In the beginning, O’Rourke brought us lakeside to the poor but successful Clogman’s Glen.


 

In Along the Western Seaboard, O’Rourke allowed us to hear the the thoughts of the priest who heard his parishioners dying prayers for relief. 


He sang of those who sought escape and thought they had only to find ocean deaths in the ocean depths. 


Declan invited us to a wedding the poor boy to the girl with flowers in her hair. We witnessed their love. We stood beside helplessly as an Gorta Mór took all away.


Declan O’Rourke Go Domhain I Do Chuimhne

We thought he’d written an upbeat tune only to find Declan fed us sandy Indian meal.


He introduced us to Mary Kate, a girl those with the means thought they were rescuing. We find the rescue is a forced one and one that forced decisions upon Mary Kate. We in turn are forced us to avert our reddened eyes.


We meet a starving father trying to explain to his starving sinless son that they’ve done nothing wrong despite the claims of a laissez faire government policy that dehumanized them and rationalized inaction.


The eighth chapter of his album O’Rourke sets us atop a rattling wooden wagon and we hear the bones of a dead pauper sing their story


Declan O’Rourke Go Domhain I Do Chuimhne

O’Rourke takes us from atop the creaking cart throws us inside the hold of a ship as cargo within a coffin ship, from one open coffin to another. We listen to the true story of the coward Curry Shaw, the child of privilege, the one Fate allowed to live and leave behind the frozen dead.


Declan finally fillips a finger (or two) of revenge for us. We waited a long time. Only a momentary draught. 


An orphan, like the starving father, like Mary Kate, the the poor boy, must attempt a fruitless rescue and face a thankless offer of aid.


Again aboard a ship that does not run into a reef of ice but becomes a mass grave to which survivors and their descendants will one day built a monument to. A monument to remind us that many dead did die in vain.


Declan O’Rourke Go Domhain I Do Chuimhne

Where do we go from here. How to we bring our journey to an end.


Another Irish saying is that the English killed the Irish language, but the Irish stole English in return. 


In the end, O’Rourke speaks to us in Gaeilge.


Like many things humans have tried to eradicate and seemingly succeeded, it turns out that the eradication failed.

According to an omniglot.com article “the 2016 census [showed that] 1.76 million people in Ireland claim to speak Irish; 73,803 speak it daily; 111,473 speak it weekly; 586,535 speak less frequently, and the rest rarely speak it. The main concentrations of Irish speakers are in the Gaeltachtaí, which are scattered mainly along the west coast of Ireland and have a total population of 96,090. On average 66% of Gaeltacht residents can speak Irish”


O’Rourke recites

Ach na dearmaid ar gcaithú,

Cuimhnidh lámh ar an mead,

A tháinigh muid tharais,

Más féidir linn cuimhniú,

Is teacht ar an tuiscint,

Is Más féidir linn tuiscint,

Maith an croí.

londoncelticpunks.wordpress.com translates

But don’t forget our sorrows,

And all of our sadness,

Reflect on all that we have overcome,

If we can remember,

We can try to understand,

If we understand,

We can learn to forgive

Thank you Declan 

 

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