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First Light
Choral SSAA

In The First Light

#In The First Light

Choral Choir (SSAA) - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1040537 By Alan Wagstaff. By Alan Wagstaff. Arranged by Alan Wagstaff. Celtic,Folk,Irish,Traditional. Octavo. 36 pages. Alan Wagstaff #645329. Published by Alan Wagstaff (A0.1040537). This haunting, new song, in the mixolydian mode (Bb), is in the Irish tradition. It is written for a female choir (SSAA) with an additional solo part; the accompaniment is for harp, accordion, flute, fiddle, and bass. This song was inspired by J.M. Synge's 1904 play 'Riders of the Storm' and quotes a line from it. The chorus quotes from the Irish version of 'Fhir a Bhartain' a song written in the late 19th century by SÃ¬ne NicFhionnlaigh of Tong, Lewis, Scotland. Fear A BhÃ¡ta The Boatman A fhir a bhÃ¡ta is na horÃ³ eile Man of the boat and no one else. A fhir a bhÃ¡ta is na horÃ³ eile Man of the boat and no one else. A fhir a bhÃ¡ta is na horÃ³ eile Man of the boat and no one else. Mo shoraid slÃ¡n leat gach Ã¡it a dtÃ©id thÃº. My safe blessing with you everywhere you go. Lyrics O, Bryan McCauley the boats are still moored. and down in Kilronan only ghosts are aboard. The calico is furled and the tide is still low, so rest a while longer, till the time comes to go. Itâ€™s the life of a young man to be fishing far from shore. For thereâ€™s scant other work on the wild Inishmore. Fhir a bharta na horo â€“ fhir a bharta is-na eile. Mo shor slan leat gach ait a dteid thu. The herring are sleeping and safe from the net. So rest my fisher lad - do not rise yet. The hillcrests of Galway are scarce tinged with red. O, sleep a while longer and keep to your bed. Itâ€™s the life of a young man to be fishing far from shore. For thereâ€™s scant other work on the wild Inishmore. Fhir a bharta na horo â€“ fhir a bharta is-na eile. Mo shor slan leat gach ait a dteid thu. The cold-hearted Ocean knows nothing of men; it takes them or leaves them, with no heed where or when. The candles are out in the homes round the Bay, so stay in my arms, love, till the first light of day. Itâ€™s the life of a young man to be fishing far from shore. For thereâ€™s scant other work on the wild Inishmore. Fhir a bharta na horo â€“ fhir a bharta is-na eile. Mo shor slan leat gach ait a dteid thu.