Declan O'Rourke Johnny Hold Lantern

Declan O’Rourke Buried Deep

Declan O’Rourke Buried Deep

Buried in the Deep

Declan O'Rourke Buried Deep

To many starving Irish, the light at the end of the hunger tunnel–and a faint one at that–was a ship to America.  Some two million emigrated in a period of a little more than a decade (1845-55).  Ireland’s population before the famine was about 8.5 million meaning that nearly a quarter of its population left in those 10 years.

Declan O’Rourke Buried Deep

Human Ballast

Of course the poor cannot afford comfortable space aboard a ship. In fact, these poor literally became ballast. Ships bringing cargo to Europe found that these millions leaving were a source of both revenue and ship stability back across the stormy Atlantic.

The ships cargo area simply became human holds where disease spread quickly among those whose health was already poor. Their choice: to know they would die at home or hope to survive the trans-Atlantic journey.

Declan O’Rourke Buried Deep

Forsaken

Declan O'Rourke Buried Deep

Forsake:  leaving that by which natural affection or a sense of duty should or might have led us to remain

Once again, O’Rourke opens the song with soft acoustic guitar.  His playing belies his lyrics–but the entrance of the bag pipe removes the possibility of hope as hope slowly slips into the Atlantic’s depths and washes away the tears of the dead if not the living left behind. He nearly whispers:

The land where I was born is forsaken,

And I can no longer call it home

It’s beauty is forlorn

It’s no place for my family

Ach o mo bhroin.

(Ach o mo bhroin is Irish for “But for my grief”)

Declan O’Rourke Buried Deep

Paupers  at sea

To people who’d never been on a ship, to people who likely could not swim, to people who’d already buried family, to people starving, to people hanging by a thread, the prison of the cargo became a living mass coffin.Declan O'Rourke Buried Deep

Until they died. Then the Atlantic became their grave. Buried in the deep.

When I die they’ll put me over

That’ll cure my broken heart

My dreams can go no further

We’re buried in the deep

Where hunger cannot find us.

The London Celtic Punks review says of the song: A beautiful song with Declan accompanied by harp and pipes on this stunning lament to those poor souls. Emotion spilling out it brought a flush to my cheeks as the realisation of what happened hits home.

 

Edward Laxton wrote The Famine Ships: The Irish Exodus to America.  (1997 LA Times review)

Declan O'Rourke Buried in the Deep

Farewell to you Erin…

Declan O’Rourke Buried in the Deep
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