Lynn Saoirse – “The Princess Royal/Miss MacDermott”.

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Today, let’s listen to another composition by the Irish harper Turlough O’Carolan, played by Lynn Saoirse. I recently shared one that was dedicated to Mrs. MacDermott, and I wrote there that the MacDermott family was very significant in O’Carolan’s life, as they were his patrons with whom he had a really good relationship. Even though there is a / in the title of this piece, which is common with Irish sets, this is only one piece, but simply known under two names. This is because the MacDermot Roe family also used the title of princes of Coolavin, and so naturally the daughter of a Prince of Coolavin was Princess of Coolavin. This is one of the most well-known compositions by O’Carolan.

Fridrik Dur – “Fr√∂ken Reykjavik” (Miss Reykjavik).

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So I’ve been still listening a fair bit to Icelandic music (I guess I was pulled in a bit, but no, there’s no new language on my bucket list, even if I wanted that to happen I’m afraid this bucket wouldn’t manage to contain it). We had Daughters of Reykjavik a while back, and today we have Miss Reykjavik. I think this is really quite a cool song. I’ve found the

translation

which is below:

 

Who walks there along Austurstræti

And smells like spring flowers

With a bold face and a look of superiority

In amazingly red shoes

Oh, it’s a girl like no other

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

Oh, it’s a girl like no other

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

Who sits there with shining golden locks

In the grass by Arnarhóll

Such bright youth in new nylon stockings

And a new low-cut chiffon dress

Oh, it’s a girl like no other

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

Oh, it’s a girl like no other

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

Who glides there along the south bank of Tjörnin Pond

To meet with a young man

Who waits alone in a brown leather jacket

By the birch trees next to Hljómskálann

Oh, it’s a girl like no other

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

Oh, it’s a girl like no other

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

Oh, it’s a girl like no other

It is her, Miss Reykjavík

Who walks there along Austurstræti

In amazingly red shoes

Enya – “No Holly For Miss Quinn”.

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Today I’m sharing with you another solo piano piece by Enya. This one is closely related to her earlier piece, “Miss Clare Remembers”, in that they are both inspired by short stories written by English author Miss Read. Enya enjoyed reading about the countryside life in these stories and found the people in them interesting. I learned about the origins of these two songs relatively recently and, while I still haven’t read these stories, I think I will at some point, because they sound like something that might be right up Bibiel’s alley. The music they inspired is definitely beautiful.