You're very welcome to the Ramblin' House
You're Welcome To The Rambling House
By Mattie Lennon
The Rick is thatched the fields are bare
Long nights are here again.
The year was fine, but now 'tis time
To hear the ballad men.
Boul in, boul in and take a chair
Admission here is free.
You're welcome to the rambling house
To hear the Seanchai
If you are anywhere near my age (apart from being on the verge of the
free travel) the above will ring a bell. It was the
prologue to Radio Eireann's "Rambling House"; a programme in
which Ceoltoiri Cuilinn, Sean O 'Se, Arthur O 'Sullivan, Eamon Kelly et al
re-enacted, through singing, music, and story telling, the Rambling Houses
of old.
At one time nearly every district in rural Ireland had a Rambling
House; usually the home of a small farmer where the locals would gather,
on a winter's night. Under the watchful eye of the man of the house each
visitor exercised his talent, by singing, dancing, storytelling, lilting
or playing an instrument.
The aforementioned arts have not diminished. They are still with us,
and better than ever. And no better man to roundup and assemble the
gifted, and reproduce the essence of the Rambling houses of his boyhood,
than Lyreacrompane man Joe Harrington. You remember when Joe was Mayor of
Limerick? Apart from putting Bill Clinton wide to the finer points of the
battle of the Little Big Horn he imparted whispered advice to him as he
mounted the rostrum. I know what it was but my lips are sealed. But it
stood Clinton in good stead; he survived didn't he? (The Presidential
speechwriter wouldn't be grasping at straws to explain the historical
handshake with Castro if he'd given Joe Harrington a ring)
Shortly after the president-coaching occasion Joe travelled his adopted
Limerick, Cork, Clare, Tipperary and his native
Kerry and convened a concert group of 30 of the best traditional
performers from the five counties.
The first Irish Rambling House concert was staged in Limerick's
University Concert Hall in March 1999. The 1000 seat venue was packed to
the doors and in March 2000 The Ramblers once again filled the hall, as
the opening event of Limerick's biggest festival; The Millennium Civic
Week.
And in April they embarked on an English tour, playing to packed houses
in Manchester, Haringey, Birmingham and Leeds. More recently they have
delighted capacity crowds in Adare, Knockaderry and Rathkeale. Every
minute of the English Tour was filmed and is available on video "The
Irish Rambling House Tour of Britain". It can be had for Ł15
(including P&P) from ramblinghouse@eircom.net
or from Kay O' Leary, Lyreacrompane, Co. Kerry.
Kay, who is Manager of the tour group, claims the success of the
concerts lies in the use of informal but professional stage presentation.
Informal it may be and professional it certainly is. And when the
aggregation of flair and dedication is co-ordinated on stage by Fear-an_Ti,
Paddy McAuliffe and Bean-a-Ti, Peggy Sweeney the result is astonishing.
Kay says; "The set, with it's open fire, takes the audience instantly
back to how it was in the days of long ago and they quickly feel at one
with the cast in the Rambling House kitchen". This was endorsed by
one exile, in Manchester, who said; "It would bring you back, no
matter how far you're gone".
The authenticity of the set would bring a smile to the face of John
Millington Synge. The crane, pot-racks and tallogue are straight out of
the Celtic Twilight.
And the brillauns (poor articles of furniture) and general atmosphere,
produced by accuracy in every detail, transports you to an era when;
On the white wall flickered the spluttering lamp
And lit the shadowy kitchen,
The sanded floor,
The girls by the painted dresser.......
These on the settle, those on the table; the turf
Sent up faint smoke and faint in the chimney light
From the frost-fed stars trembled and died
....the girls wide-eyed
Their loose hair flying,
Danced to the shuttle of lilted music weaving
Into the measure the light and heavy foot.
The age spread of the cast encompasses at least three generations, from
a 12 year old to the 81 year old Grandad of the Irish Rambling House,
Paddy Faley.And when the Bean-a-Ti stands up from the fireside to sing, it
only takes a slight stretch of the imagination to smell the turf-smoke off
her clothes. Her rendition of " 'Round The Old Turf Fire Long
Ago" would take even the most insensitive back in time. (Peggy
Sweeney's "The Songs of Sean McCarthy" is available, on video,
CD and cassette from
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