Recording update.

As some of you know, our January recording sessions in Dorset fell through. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to try and set up something like that at long distance. We were eager to do it, and felt let-down along with everybody else. But to tell the truth it's probably just as well. We feel like the eventual CD will like be better for having a little more gestation time..

The good news is, you didn't miss out! The new recording date will be spring or early summer, and like Wolves and King and the Thrush we're going to do it in a tiny venue somewhere near our home in Montpelier. We'll keep you posted. Let us know if you want us to save you a seat!

The Irish Jubilee Traditional Recitation transcribed from a performance by our friend Andy's father, Patrick Naughton A short time ago, boys, an Irishman named Doherty Was elected to the Senate by a very large majority He felt so elated that he sent for Dennis Cassidy A man that owned a bar-room of a very large capacity Said Doherty to Cassidy, "Go over to the brewer for a thousand kegs of lager beer and give’em to the poor. "Go down to the butcher shop and order up a ton o’ meat Make sure to see the boys and girls get all they want to drink and eat. "Send out invitations in fifty different languages tell’em all remember they should bring their own sangwidges. "Tell em that the music will be furnished by O’Rafferty Assisted on the bagpipes by Felix McAfferty "Whatever the amount’d be, remember, I’ll put the tin And those that do not come at all, be sure you do not let them in." Cassidy at once sent out the invitations And everyone that came were a credit to their nations. Some came on bicycles, because they hadn’t fare to pay And those that didn’t come at all made up their minds to stay away In twos and threes and fours and fives they marched into the dining hall Young men and old men, and girls that weren’t men at all. Single men and double men and chessmen who could pass a pawn Blind men and deaf men, and men that had their glasses on. Before many minutes every chair was taken And front rooms and mushrooms were stuffed to suffocation. When everyone was seated and we thought ‘twas time to start the feast Cassady stepped up and says, "Give’em each a cake of yeast." Then acting as manager, he said he’d try and fill the chair, Then each of us sat down on ours and gazed upon the bill of fair. There was pigs’ heads, goldfish, mockingbirds and ostriches, Ice cream, cold cream, vaseline and sausages Blue fish, green fish, fishhooks and partridges, fish-balls snowballs cannonballs and cartridges. Then we ate the oatmeal till we could hardly stir about, Catsup and hurry-up, sweet kraut and sauerkraut We had roast beef, naked beef, beef with all its dresses on soda crackers, fire crackers, Limburgh cheese with tresses on. We had reindeer and snow deer, dear me and antelope the girls ate so much melon the boys all said they can’t elope. For dessert we had tooth picks, ice-skip, and skipping rope all washed down with a big piece of shaving soap. Then the band played up old tunes and spittoons so very fine, Then McAffery the piper handed each a glass of wine. We welted the floor till we were heard for miles around. When Gallagher was in the air his feet was never on the ground. Some danced jig steps, door steps, and three-hand-reels And they danced to the music of The Wind that Shakes the Barley-meals. As fine a set of dancers you never set your eyes upon And those who couldn’t dance at all were dancing with their slippers on. When the ball was over Cassady he told us Join the hands together now, and sing the good old chorus. (sung) “Should auld acquaintance be forgot? Wherever you may be, T'ink of the good old times we had at the Irish Jubilee”