Guth & Tuairim, Deireadh Fómhair 1980

., , · P AMtmAN ' \ Dungloe, earlY this century. THE TOW~'\: I LO\'ED SO WELL In my memory I will always sec The town that I ha.vc loved so well Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall And we laughed through the smoke and smell. Going home in the rain, Running ur the Dark Lane . . . Past the jatl and down behmd the fountam, Those "ere happy days in so many ways· In the town I loved so well. In the early morning the shirt factory horn C.alled women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog \\'hile the men on the dole playe<f a mother's role, Fed the.children and then trained the dog. And when times got tough There was just about enough But they saw it through without complaining. For deep inside was a burning pride In the town I loved so welL · - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~·~~~~~~~~~-~ 'fhere w~s mu~c there in the Dtrrya~ Like a language that we all could understand ,: 1 '!a 1 remember the day that I earned my first pay d6n 'Twas in the year of 1 35, on a bleak November Eve, This awfUl tragedy took 'place that caused us all to grieve. Those cheerfUl lads ' were coming from the Scottish harvest field, When to the stormy ocean, their lives were forced to yield. IS::; Cil When I played in a small pick-up band. ~ ;j 41 There I spent my 1outh, c: And to tell you the truth, ~ ~ Gl I was sad to leave it all behind me. ~ :::J f For I'd learned about life and I'd found a wife Ql 'g " In the town I loved so welL Hhat cheerful thoughts were in their minds when sailing up t.he Foyle, To view the hil).s of Innishmten, and land on Irish soil. ~ ] m Hut when I've returned how my eves have burned +> .. To see how a town could be br;>ught to its knees : ~ ~ By the armoured cars and the bombed o.ut bars . Qf .0. • And the gas that hangs on to every breeze The little train came slO\..rly on, through Creeslough and Gweedore, Ah God! ~/ho'·d think they'd riever reach their native Aranrnore. ~ Cil By that old gas yard wall ~ ~ i Now the army's installed iJhen they arrived .at Burtonport, they were met upon the pier; ~ 'Ql And the damned barbed- wire gets higher and higher. They laughed and chatted with their friends, all in the best of cheer. The little boat, alas well-doomed, across the waves did sail, .0 ~ · .. With their tanks and their guns, Oh! My God what '!a ~ " have the1· done • N To the tow:n I loved so welL N~~ And only one of a score survived, to tell the awfUl tale. He saved two other pa sengers, but they perished in the cold; The highest praise must be his due, this hero true and bold. Ql Now the music's gone but they carry ou ~ 1! ;l For their spirit's heen bruised, never broken ..C: +> They will not forget, but their hearts are set So now kir..d friends there 1 s one request, to ask from one ·and all; Pray for the nineteen victims, who were' lost off Donegal. '2 Gl ~ On tomorrow and peace once again. ..., :g ~ • For what's done is done as -M r-1 And what's won is won .jl .S & 'Ql And what's lost is lost ana gone fqrever. With St. f'l:,trick and St. Brigid, may they dwell for evermore, In the land where hardships are unknown, far away from .i.ranmore. ~ +> • a I can only pray for a bright, brand new day ~ ~ e-o 8 In the.town I love so well Visit to Gaoth Dobhair of the Irish Ballet Co!Ra~ On Tuesday 7th we were honoured to be entertained in Amharclann Ghaoth D obhair by the Irish Ballet Company. This year the company was almost entirely new to us. There was very nearly a full house, despite the stor~, vet night that it was. Five pieces were performed. . 1. 'Dance of the Hours' started off with a bit of mis-timing, understandable on a strange stage for the first time. It soon reached perfection however, with some fine dancing and movements • . 2. 1 Adagietto No. 5 1 was an amusing Mime Balle~ that can only be described as a sort of Oriental Yoga. Very well portrayed1 3. 'Blobs' was again Mime Ballet, whereby a sort of flower-type insect hatched out into small ones that gradually grew up - imitating a chrysalia hatchiQi into a butterfly. Again, this was well portrayed. 4. 1 Yerma 1 - A Spanish peasant whose possessive husband's love prevented her from child-bearing is given a fertility rite by the sorceness, Dolores, leading to tragedy. Again, a slightly mistimed start which rapidly improved. 5. •!aymonda 1 • Really the only traditional Ballet dancing of the evening. The other four were more sort of fUn and mi~. Raymonda had excellent :a·– llGlo0 0 ..c: 0 • ~t-<t-:~X ~I dont want Liga I want Silicon chi.ps ! n An bhfuil an lil ar Dennis? Bunbeg Wood Industries INDUSTRIAL ESTATE SHOWROOM 8UNBEG LUXURIOUS 'filiff•] t;J,,e:~a;~i Phone BUNB~G 39 or201 music, together with very finished movement; this really brought home the capabilities of the Company par excellence. Possibly next year, we might request them to put on 'Playboy of the Western World', which is Joan Denise Moriarty 1 s masterpiece~ has had marvellous write– ups wherever it has been performed. Llnfocht mac Ttomnachan ~ ~Guth 7 Tuairim~ Art Critic. DRAHINGS ~v- ~ \'lORDS .tR.a.n.d.Lf""-