♪ [applause and cheering] ♪ ♪ Over in Killarney ♪ ♪ Many years ago ♪ ♪ My mother sang a song to me ♪ ♪ in tones so sweet and low ♪ ♪ Just a simple little ditty ♪ ♪ in her good old Irish way ♪ ♪ And I'd give the world if she could sing ♪ ♪ that song to me this day ♪ ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-li ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra ♪ ♪ Hush now ♪ ♪ don't you cry ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-li ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra ♪ ♪ That's an Irish lullaby ♪ ♪ Oft in dreams I wander to that cot again ♪ ♪ I hear her voice a-hummin' ♪ ♪ to me as she did back then ♪ ♪ And I feel her softly hugging me ♪ ♪ As in days of yore ♪ ♪ When she used to rock me fast asleep ♪ ♪ outside that cabin door ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-li ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪ ♪ Hush now, don't you cry!

♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-li ♪ ♪ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ♪ ♪ That's an Irish lullaby ♪ ♪ That's an Irish lullaby ♪ [cheering and applause] [applause] RONAN: Hello, folks, thank you very much for the warm welcome, and good evening.

My name is Ronan.

EMMETT: I'm Emmett.

CONOR: And I'm Conor.

[applause and cheering] EMMETT: And we are Trinity!

[applause and cheering] RONAN: Thank you so, so much for being with us here tonight.

It is our premiere performance in public.

We are delighted to be here with you, and we hope you enjoy this next song, "Red is the Rose."

♪ ♪ ♪ Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass ♪ ♪ Come over the hills to your darling ♪ ♪ You choose the road, love ♪ ♪ and I'll make the vow ♪ ♪ And I'll be your true love forever ♪ ♪ Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows ♪ ♪ Fair is the lily of the valley ♪ ♪ Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne ♪ ♪ And my love is fairer than any ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 'Twas down by Killarney's green woods ♪ ♪ that we strayed ♪ ♪ The moon and the stars, they were shining ♪ ♪ The moon shone its rays ♪ ♪ on her locks of golden hair ♪ ♪ And she swore she'd be my love forever ♪ ♪ Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows ♪ ♪ Fair is the lily of the valley ♪ ♪ Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne ♪ ♪ And my love is fairer than any ♪ ♪ It's not for the parting that my sister pains ♪ ♪ It's not for the grief of my mother ♪ ♪ 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass ♪ ♪ That my heart is breaking forever ♪ ♪ Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows ♪ ♪ And fair is the lily of the valley ♪ ♪ Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne ♪ ♪ And my love is fairer than any ♪ ♪ Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows ♪ ♪ Fair is the lily of the valley ♪ ♪ Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne ♪ ♪ And my love is fairer than any ♪ ♪ My love is fairer than any ♪ [cheering and applause] [applause] Being Irish Canadian, um, I know many of the songs that we're doing tonight, but this one in particular, I first learned it when my dad asked me to sing a version of it for a short film that he made about my great-grandparents.

So my great-grandad Liam, uh, fought at Boland's Mill in the Rising, and my great-grandmother was Mimi Devitt, who was a famous Irish opera singer at the time.

Don't know if anyone here would know her.

Go "woo!"

if you do.

AUDIENCE: Woo!

[clapping] CONOR: Okay.

Well, thanks for being nice, anyway.

But, um... [laughter] No, but she was, she was, and so I can't help, um, but think of them when I sing this song, and this is "Carrickfergus."

♪ ♪ I wish I was ♪ ♪ in Carrickfergus ♪ ♪ Only for nights ♪ ♪ in Ballygrand ♪ ♪ I would swim over ♪ ♪ the deepest ocean ♪ ♪ ♪ The deepest ocean ♪ ♪ for my love to find ♪ ♪ ♪ But the sea is wide ♪ ♪ and I cannot swim over ♪ ♪ Nor have I the wings to fly ♪ ♪ If I could find me ♪ ♪ ♪ a handsome boatman ♪ ♪ ♪ To ferry me over ♪ ♪ to my love and die ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ My childhood days ♪ ♪ bring back sad reflections ♪ ♪ Of happy times ♪ ♪ spent so long ago ♪ ♪ My childhood friends ♪ ♪ and my own relations ♪ ♪ Have all passed on now ♪ ♪ like melting snow ♪ ♪ ♪ But I'll spend my days ♪ ♪ in endless roaming ♪ ♪ Soft as the grass ♪ ♪ My bed is free ♪ ♪ Ah, to be back now ♪ ♪ ♪ in Carrickfergus ♪ ♪ ♪ On that long road down ♪ ♪ Down to the sea ♪ ♪ ♪ On that long road down ♪ ♪ Down to the sea ♪ [cheering and applause] [cheering and applause] RONAN: Conor Murphy, everybody.

Fantastic.

Right?

[applause] CONOR: Thank you so much.

[applause] RONAN: This next song really needs no introduction at all, yet here I am.

Um, this is probably one of the most famous songs in the whole world.

Please enjoy Trinity's version of "Danny Boy."

♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling ♪ ♪ From glen to glen, and down the mountain side ♪ ♪ The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying ♪ ♪ 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide ♪ ♪ But come ye back when summer's in the meadow ♪ ♪ Or when the valley's hushed ♪ ♪ and white with snow ♪ ♪ It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy ♪ ♪ I love you so ♪ ♪ ♪ But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying ♪ ♪ And I am dead, as dead I well may be ♪ ♪ You'll come and find the place where I am lying ♪ ♪ And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me ♪ ♪ And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me ♪ ♪ And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be ♪ ♪ For you will bend and tell me that you love me ♪ ♪ ♪ And I shall sleep in peace until you ♪ ♪ come to me ♪ ♪ And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me ♪ ♪ And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be ♪ ♪ For you will bend and tell me that you love me ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy ♪ ♪ I love you so ♪ [cheering and applause] [cheering and applause] ♪ ♪ As I came down through Dublin City ♪ ♪ At the hour of twelve at night ♪ ♪ Who should I spy but a Spanish lady ♪ ♪ Washing her feet by candlelight ♪ ♪ First she washed them, then she dried them ♪ ♪ O'er a fire of amber coals ♪ ♪ In all my life I ne'er did see ♪ ♪ A maid so sweet about the soul ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora laddy ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora lay ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora laddy ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora lay ♪ ♪ ♪ As I came back through Dublin City ♪ ♪ At the hour of half past eight ♪ ♪ Who should I spy but a Spanish lady ♪ ♪ Washing her hair by broad daylight ♪ ♪ First she brushed it, then she tossed it ♪ ♪ On her lap was a silver comb ♪ ♪ In all me life I ne'er did see ♪ ♪ A maid so fair since I did roam ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora laddy ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora lay ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora laddy ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora lay ♪ ♪ ♪ As I returned to Dublin City ♪ ♪ As the sun began to set ♪ ♪ Who should I spy but a Spanish lady ♪ ♪ Catching a moth in a golden net ♪ ♪ First she saw me, then she fled me ♪ ♪ Lifted her petticoats o'er her knee ♪ ♪ In all my life I ne'er did see ♪ ♪ A maid so fair as the Spanish lady ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora laddy ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora lay ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora laddy ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora lay ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora laddy ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora lay ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora laddy ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora loora lay ♪ ♪ Whack fol the toora lay ♪ [cheering and applause] EMMETT: Thank you all so much for being such a wonderful audience so far.

This, like maestro said, we could not have done this anywhere but here.

[cheering and applause] This next song is one of my personal favorites.

I hope you enjoy "Shenandoah."

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you ♪ ♪ And hear your rolling river ♪ ♪ Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you ♪ ♪ Away, we're bound away ♪ ♪ 'cross the wide Missouri ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter ♪ ♪ And hear your rolling river ♪ ♪ For her I'd cross your roaming waters ♪ ♪ Away, we're bound away ♪ ♪ 'cross the wide Missouri ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 'Tis seven years since last I saw you ♪ ♪ Away your rolling river ♪ ♪ 'Tis seven years since last I saw you ♪ ♪ ♪ Away, we're bound away ♪ ♪ 'cross the wide Missouri ♪ ♪ 'cross the wide Missouri ♪ [cheering and applause] RONAN: Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in putting our hands together for the amazing Gulf Coast Symphony Orchestra, led by Maestro Andrew Kurtz!

[cheering and applause] [cheering and applause] This next song is one of the most famous Irish songs in the genre.

It, uh, it retells the story of Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh running into a woman on the streets of Dublin, and he was immediately besotted with her and fell in love with her.

Although the love was short-lived and didn't last, I believe this is a truly, truly beautiful Irish song.

I hope you agree.

This is "Raglan Road."

[applause] ♪ ♪ On Raglan Road ♪ ♪ of an autumn day ♪ ♪ I saw her first and knew ♪ ♪ That her dark hair would weave a snare ♪ ♪ that I might one day rue ♪ ♪ ♪ I saw the danger yet I passed ♪ ♪ along the enchanted way ♪ ♪ And I said, "Let grief be a fallen leaf" ♪ ♪ "at the dawning of the day" ♪ ♪ ♪ On Grafton Street in November ♪ ♪ We tripped lightly along the ledge ♪ ♪ Of a deep ravine where can be seen ♪ ♪ the worth of passion's pledge ♪ ♪ The Queen of Hearts still making tarts ♪ ♪ and I not making hay ♪ ♪ Oh, I loved too much ♪ ♪ and by such, by such ♪ ♪ is happiness blown away ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I gave her gifts of the mind ♪ ♪ I gave her ♪ ♪ the secret sign ♪ ♪ That's known to artists who have known ♪ ♪ the gods of sound and stone ♪ ♪ Her words and tint were without stint ♪ ♪ I gave her poems to say ♪ ♪ ♪ With her own name there ♪ ♪ and her own dark hair ♪ ♪ Like clouds over fields of May ♪ ♪ ♪ When the angel woos the clay ♪ ♪ He'd lose ♪ ♪ his wings at the dawn of day ♪ [cheering and applause] [cheering and applause] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ In the merry month of June ♪ ♪ from me home I started ♪ ♪ Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted ♪ ♪ Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother ♪ ♪ Drank a pint of beer ♪ ♪ grief and tears to smother ♪ ♪ Then off to reap the corn ♪ ♪ Leave where I was born ♪ ♪ Cut a stout blackthorn ♪ ♪ to banish ghosts and goblins ♪ ♪ A brand new pair of brogues ♪ ♪ rattlin' o'er the bogs ♪ ♪ Frightenin' all the dogs ♪ ♪ on the rocky road to Dublin ♪ ♪ One, two, three, four, five ♪ ♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪ ♪ All the way to Dublin ♪ ♪ Whack fol lol le rah!

♪ ♪ In Dublin I arrived, thought it such a pity ♪ ♪ To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city ♪ ♪ Well, then I took a stroll ♪ ♪ all among the quality ♪ ♪ Bundle it was stole, in a neat locality ♪ ♪ Something crossed me mind ♪ ♪ when I looked behind ♪ ♪ No bundle I did find on me stick a-wobblin' ♪ ♪ Ask me for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue ♪ ♪ Wasn't much in vogue ♪ ♪ on the rocky road to Dublin ♪ ♪ One, two, three, four, five ♪ ♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪ ♪ All the way to Dublin ♪ ♪ Whack fol lol le rah!

♪ ♪ Ah ah ah ah ♪ ♪ One, two, three, four, five ♪ ♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪ ♪ All the way to Dublin ♪ ♪ Whack fol lol le rah!

♪ ♪ The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed ♪ ♪ I called myself a fool, could no longer stand it ♪ ♪ My blood began to boil, temper I was losing ♪ ♪ And poor old Erin's isle they began abusing ♪ ♪ "Hurrah me soul!"

says I, stick I did let fly ♪ ♪ Some Galway boys were nigh ♪ ♪ and saw I was a-hobblin' ♪ ♪ With a loud "Hurray!"

joined in the affray ♪ ♪ Quickly cleared the way ♪ ♪ for the rocky road to Dublin ♪ ♪ One, two, three, four, five ♪ ♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪ ♪ All the way to Dublin ♪ ♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪ ♪ All the way to Dublin ♪ ♪ Whack fol lol le, whack fol lol le ♪ ♪ Whack fol lol le rah!

♪ [cheering and applause] [cheering and applause] ♪ ♪ As we gather in the chapel here ♪ ♪ in old Kilmainham Gaol ♪ ♪ I think about these past few weeks ♪ ♪ Oh, will they say we've failed?

♪ ♪ From our school days they have told us ♪ ♪ we must yearn for liberty ♪ ♪ Yet all I want in this dark place ♪ ♪ is to have you here with me ♪ ♪ ♪ Now, I know it's hard for you, my love ♪ ♪ to ever understand ♪ ♪ The love I bear for these brave men ♪ ♪ My love for this dear land ♪ ♪ But when Padraig called me to his side ♪ ♪ Down in the G.P.O.

♪ ♪ I had to leave my own sick bed ♪ ♪ To him I had to go ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Grace, just hold me in your arms ♪ ♪ and let this moment linger ♪ ♪ They take me out at dawn and I will die ♪ ♪ ♪ With all my love, I place this wedding ring ♪ ♪ upon your finger ♪ ♪ There won't be time to share our love ♪ ♪ For we must say goodbye ♪ ♪ ♪ As the dawn is breaking now ♪ ♪ My heart is breaking, too ♪ ♪ On this May morn', as I walk out ♪ ♪ My thoughts will be of you ♪ ♪ And I'll write some words upon the wall ♪ ♪ so everyone will know ♪ ♪ I loved so much that I could see ♪ ♪ his blood upon the rose ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Grace, just hold me in your arms ♪ ♪ and let this moment linger ♪ ♪ They take me out at dawn, and I will die ♪ ♪ ♪ With all my love, I place this wedding ring ♪ ♪ upon your finger ♪ ♪ There won't be time to share our love ♪ ♪ For we must say goodbye ♪ ♪ ♪ There won't be time to share our love ♪ ♪ For we must say goodbye ♪ [cheering and applause] [cheering and applause] EMMETT: Well, thank you all very much.

You're all very good.

[laughter] This next song is a song I fell in love with a very long time ago.

It tells a story about a girl who is quite young coming to America for the first time and just trying to figure it out.

And she's come to the place where she hopes to have a true future.

This song rings very true to me because both my mother and my aunt, who are very big parts of my life, literally had this happen to them.

They were in their teenage years, and they came to America, and they just had to figure it out.

So, this song is called "Isle of Hope."

♪ ♪ ♪ On the first day of January 1892 ♪ ♪ They opened Ellis Island ♪ ♪ and they let the people through ♪ ♪ And first to cross the threshold ♪ ♪ of that isle of hope and tears ♪ ♪ Was Annie Moore from Ireland ♪ ♪ who was all of 15 years ♪ ♪ Isle of hope, isle of tears ♪ ♪ Isle of freedom, isle of fears ♪ ♪ But it's not the isle you left behind ♪ ♪ That isle of hunger, isle of pain ♪ ♪ Isle you'll never see again ♪ ♪ But the isle of home is always on your mind ♪ ♪ ♪ In her little bag she carried ♪ ♪ all her past and history ♪ ♪ And her dreams for the future ♪ ♪ in the land of liberty ♪ ♪ And courage is the passport ♪ ♪ when your old world disappears ♪ ♪ But there's no future in the past ♪ ♪ when you're 15 years ♪ ♪ Isle of hope, isle of tears ♪ ♪ Isle of freedom, isle of fears ♪ ♪ But it's not the isle you left behind ♪ ♪ That isle of hunger, isle of pain ♪ ♪ Isle you'll never see again ♪ ♪ But the isle of home is always on your mind ♪ ♪ ♪ When they closed down Ellis Island in 1943 ♪ ♪ 17 million people had come there for sanctuary ♪ ♪ In springtime when I came here ♪ ♪ And I stepped onto its piers ♪ ♪ I thought of how it must have been ♪ ♪ When you're 15 years ♪ ♪ That isle of hope, isle of tears ♪ ♪ Isle of freedom, isle of fears ♪ ♪ But it's not the isle you left behind ♪ ♪ That isle of hunger, isle of pain, ♪ ♪ Isle you'll never see again ♪ ♪ But the isle of home is always on your mind ♪ ♪ ♪ But the isle of home is always on your mind ♪ ♪ [cheering and applause] [cheering and applause] CONOR: Keep it going, ladies and gents.

Emmett O'Hanlon, Ronan Scolard.

[cheering and applause] So, this next song is a very, very well known Irish tune.

This is "Fields of Athenry."

[applause] ♪ ♪ ♪ By a lonely prison wall ♪ ♪ I heard a young girl calling ♪ ♪ ♪ "Michael, they have taken you away" ♪ ♪ "For you stole Trevelyan's corn" ♪ ♪ "So the young might see the morn" ♪ ♪ "Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay" ♪ ♪ ♪ Low lie the fields of Athenry ♪ ♪ Where once we watched the small free birds fly ♪ ♪ Our love was on the wing ♪ ♪ We had dreams and songs to sing ♪ ♪ It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry ♪ ♪ ♪ By a lonely prison wall ♪ ♪ I heard a young man calling ♪ ♪ ♪ "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free" ♪ ♪ "Against the famine and the crown" ♪ ♪ "I rebelled, they ran me down" ♪ ♪ "Now you must raise our child with dignity" ♪ ♪ Low lie the fields of Athenry ♪ ♪ Where once we watched the small free birds fly ♪ ♪ ♪ Our love was on the wing ♪ ♪ We had dreams and songs to sing ♪ ♪ It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Our love was on the wing ♪ ♪ We had dreams and songs to sing ♪ ♪ It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry ♪ ♪ Our love was on the wing ♪ ♪ We had dreams and songs to sing ♪ ♪ It's so lonely round the fields ♪ ♪ of Athenry ♪ [cheering and applause] EMMETT: Thank you all so much.

Uh, for this next song, we wanted to leave you guys with a true, true classic Irish tune, uh, as is done in Ireland.

But first we wanted thank our wonderful orchestra.

CONOR: Yes, and Maestro Andrew Kurtz!

Big round of applause.

EMMETT: Right.

[cheering and applause] Give it up!

[cheering and applause] RONAN: So, as Emmett mentioned, we are gonna leave you guys with a traditional Irish song that is sung in Ireland, it's sung in Scotland, it's sung all over the Celtic region.

It is traditionally sung as a farewell song, and in order to pay tribute to that, we thought we would do it as it is typically done at home, which is a few voices, maybe in a pub, with a guitar, a whistle, and whatever other instruments people bring along.

So, please do enjoy "The Parting Glass."

♪ ♪ ♪ Of all the money that e'er I had ♪ ♪ I spent it in good company ♪ ♪ And all the harm that e'er I've done ♪ ♪ Alas, it was to none but me ♪ ♪ And all I've done for want of wit ♪ ♪ To memory now I can't recall ♪ ♪ So fill to me the parting glass ♪ ♪ Goodnight and joy be with you all ♪ ♪ ♪ Of all the comrades that e'er I've had ♪ ♪ They are sorry now for my going away ♪ ♪ And of all the sweethearts ♪ ♪ that e'er I had ♪ ♪ They would wish me one more day to stay ♪ ♪ But since it fell unto my lot ♪ ♪ That I should rise and you should not ♪ ♪ I'll gently rise and I'll softly call ♪ ♪ Goodnight and joy be with you all ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ A man may drink and not be drunk ♪ ♪ A man may fight ♪ ♪ and not be slain ♪ ♪ A man may court a pretty girl ♪ ♪ And perhaps be welcomed back again ♪ ♪ But since it has so ought to be ♪ ♪ A time to rise and a time to fall ♪ ♪ Come fill to me the parting glass ♪ ♪ Goodnight and joy be with you all ♪ ♪ Goodnight and joy be with you all ♪ [cheering and applause] [cheering and applause] ♪ The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed ♪ ♪ I called myself a fool, could no longer stand it ♪ ♪ My blood began to boil, temper I was losing ♪ ♪ And poor old Erin's isle they began abusing ♪ ♪ "Hurrah me soul!"

says I, stick I did let fly ♪ ♪ Some Galway boys were nigh ♪ ♪ and saw I was a-hobblin' ♪ ♪ With a loud "Hurray!"

joined in the affray ♪ ♪ Quickly cleared the way ♪ ♪ for the rocky road to Dublin ♪ ♪ One, two, three, four, five ♪ ♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪ ♪ All the way to Dublin ♪ ♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪ ♪ All the way to Dublin ♪ ♪ Whack fol lol le, whack fol lol le ♪ ♪ Whack fol lol le rah!

♪ [cheering and applause] [cheering and applause]