Clan Suibhne attending the 3rd Annual Jersey Acoustic Music Awards

Clan Suibhne attending the 3rd Annual Jersey Acoustic Music Awards.

Sunday April 29th @ 5 PM


Atonement Lutheran Church
(Stage Performance Hall) 
308 First Avenue / Heck
Asbury Park, NJ


All Guests are encouraged to bring canned food to be donated to charities of Musicians On a Mission and the Church Charity Food Bank.


Performers: $5
General: $10
(Price includes Dinner and Soft Drinks)

http://www.jamawards.org/

http://www.jamawards.org/

Mother Mo Chroí (MaCree)

"Machree" is the usual anglicisation of the Irish words "mo  chroí" meaning "of my heart." Mother Machree was also a 1928 silent film about a poor Irish immigrant in America...staring a young John Wayne.

Mother MaCree is a new "Greengrass" song by Clan Suibhne. A song dedicated to all the mothers of our hearts.

Lyrics and Music by John Farrell

Mother Mo Chroí (MaCree) 

Oh Mother Macree remember me
When you bounced me on your knee
I was only just three
And we were both so happy


But the times they've gone on by
Every time I think of then I cry
Mother MaCree


Oh Mother Macree remember me
When I climbed the big old Oak tree
I came tumbling down
And nearly broke me crown


But the times they've gone on by
Every time I think of then I cry
Mother MaCree

Oh Mother Macree remember me
When I marched off to the Army
You were sad and all alone
Til I came marching home


But the times they've gone on by
Every time I think of then I cry
Mother MaCree

Oh Mother MaCree remember me
Now you can't even hear or see
But what will be, will be
Or as they say "ce la vie"


But the times have all gone by
Every time I think of you I cry
Mother MaCree,  Mother MaCree, Mother MaCre




Some of the Sweeney Mother MaCrees:

Aunt Helen and Aunt Catherine

Clan Suibhne

Catherine & Margaret

James, Catherine and Margaret Sweeney

Margaret (Sweeney) Farrell

The Sweeney Sisters - Helen, Margaret, Lover & Catherine.

The Ballad of Sparky the Clown

(a poem about a man named Valor)

Gone in 69, a man ahead of his time

Jack of all trades and master of some

Except the love of his life

The only one

Sparky was a patriot

A man of many talents

A visionary, a writer, a singer, a fighter

He could make you laugh

As he was crying inside

His emotions quite simple

At the mercy of life’s tides

His name meant valor

Could roar like a lion

He was a sailor, a dancer, a real romancer
Never held grudges

A forgiveness enhancer

The clown was his creation

In the Makers tradition

Wales for eyes

And Cracker Jacks his thighs

Worked until the end

When he made his plight

He set sail

For the eternal light

CWF 4/8/12