Tipperary's a long way from here,
But the Emerald Isle's best beer,
Will enhance any ceilidh,
I wave my shillelagh,
With some Guinness, old Eire feels near.
Categories:
ceilidh, humorous,
Form: Limerick
“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” —Lord, Alfred Tennyson
love at first sight at the ceilidh
dancing 'round peat fires gayly
lad and lass equally smitten
love's peat fire flame in Great Britain
unprepared for love's twists and turns,
ill-fated love crashes and burns
dark and cold was the night she left
leaving the lad crushed and bereft
the lad laments the lass as lost
methinks he should have count the cost
of jumping into love too fast
prudent forethought may help love last
Categories:
ceilidh, dance, fire, heartbreak, love,
Form: Rhyme
I've climbed the Highland summit
overlooking Ceilidh Brae
down to Weeping Meadow
where the hounds of hell would bay
and maybe I was dreaming
when I stumbled home at dawn
the pipes were playing softly
and Elizabeth was gone
There's a ghost on every corner
with a needle in his hand
making seven angels
in the Nova Scotian sand
Leviathan goes dancing
in the rising eastern tide
barking at the voices
that are buried deep inside
Sometimes I think of dying
when I hear an evening breeze
whispers of salvation
in the leaves of maple trees
we shared a drink with Wallace
he was trembling with grief
The Margaree was haunted
by a fiddler and a thief
Songs of ancient Gaelic
have bled throughout the years
the drums had fallen silent
as she dried her celtic tears
kissed the sovereign angel
in the shadow of Beinn Bhreagh
and whiskey gave me courage
in the eventide of day
I've witnessed rivers burning
as they fled into the sea
Avalon was never meant
for blades of grass like me
my heart is beating gently
with the rhythm on the shore
dreaming of Victoria
the widow of Bras'dor
Categories:
ceilidh, addiction, beauty, home, nature,
Form: Rhyme
We walked and talked for hours as we sat on the golden sands
A fine yellow grain so soft, found on Benbecula's open lands
We are so fortunate on this day no swell from the Atlantic shows
The morning sun into the afternoon warms in smiling loving glow
The salty air attracts our taste, as if to say it's there
In splendid scenery surround we absorb and politely stare
We marvel at the breakers as they land with a soft applause
Taking in this day so calm, knowing nature can change with cause
Our afternoon now wanes as we head back along the coast
Looking forward to the evening ceilidh, and to this Dark Island we will toast
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-5.php
Categories:
ceilidh, placesday,
Form: Couplet
Everyone dressed in their Highland attire,
With the whisky flowing all night,
I was at the local Ceilidh,
Where it brought me great delight,
There was Archie on the accordion,
And Duncan on the drum,
Fiona on the fiddle,
Accompanied by her mum,
The pipers drone was awesome,
As the eightsome reel begun,
You could feel the whole place vibrate,
As we circled and we spun,
The place awash with tartan,
All the colours from many a clan,
Blues,reds,greens and yellows,
Worn by every woman and man,
We danced so many dances,
Plenty i didn't even know,
But there was always a willing partner,
Step by step they'd show,
We danced away past midnight,
Into the very next day,
This was the Highland Ceilidh,
A memory that will always stay,
We ended off with Auld Lang Syne,
From Rabbie the man himself,
Wishing all good fortune,
And every man good health.
Categories:
ceilidh, music, nostalgia, people,
Form: Rhyme