I mean really move you to the point of tears or to the point of uncontrollably, beaming joy.
In the Time traveller thread I mentioned ‘Grace’ as sung by Jim McCann, formerly of The Dubliners. It’s not just the song, it’s the context.
When doing the song live, Jim used to tell the story of Joseph Plunkett and Grace Gifford. Joseph was one of the men executed after the 1916 Easter Rising. He and Grace were married in Kilmainham Gaol just hours before he was killed, so they were married for so very little time.
Jim used to tell the story to a silent audience and then do the song. It’s a real killer, and still makes me cry. On the MP3 I have in my car, which is ripped from the ‘Dubliners Live at the Gaiety’ DVD, I have left the story on there. The story and song together are incredibly powerful.
My other nomination is Eric Bogle’s ‘Green Fields of France’ AKA ‘No Man’s Land’. I’m not a fan of Bogle’s singing, but the man writes the most heart-rending anti war songs (‘Band Played Waltzing Matilda’ was also one of his), and done by the right people they are devastating. The Pogues and The Dubs have both done great versions of ‘Matilda’.
Last year I saw Finbar Furey play ‘Green Fields of France’. It’s a song about a guy stopping to rest by a war grave. He reads the name and age of the young soldier and has a conversation with him. There are minor variations in Finbar’s version, but the last verse goes:
And I can’t help but wonder, young Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did they really believe when they answered the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain…
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again
The last two lines, “For Willie McBride, it all happened again, And again, and again, and again, and again”, just sum up the total, wasteful, bullsh*t tragedy of it, and the stupidity that stops us learning the lessons that cost us so much.
Finbar puts everything he’s got into performing that song, and means every word of it. His voice cracks up at the end and he struggles to get the words out.
Not a dry eye in the house.
We play that song at my local sing-along session. I’m glad I have to concentrate on the mandolin, because if I had to sing it there’s no way I’d make it to the end of that last line.