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#SlowAirSunday features an Irish Legend called "Duan Na Muiligheartaich." This Slow Air tells a tale of the "Sea Hag" Muiligheartaich, a fierce Warrior Woman from Scandinavia who comes to Ireland seeking revenge for the death of her son. She is killed in battle by the Fenian warriors that fight for Fionn Mac Cumhaill in Ireland.

As I was preparing to play this beautiful Air, I had not researched the story behind the tune. Little did I know how appropriate this would be for me to play and record at the National Cemetery. While playing the opening few bars of this tune, I found myself hearing the sound of the Bugle that I hear often at this cemetery. As I continued to play the Birls on the pipes gave me the impression of the sounds of the Rifle Volleys. The tune became a part of an honor and remembrance of a legend I didn't know fully about this Warrior named Muiligheartaich. The sun began to set and the Tree's lost their bright colors as the last rays of the sun vanished and somehow this tune had a new dimension to me as the Piper. I felt connected and confident that this place understand this tune and its tale. Now as I sit here researching and understanding the history behind the music, I am amazed once again of how the language of music tells the story and gives the emotion of Battle and loss better than any words ever could. Rest In Peace Muiligheartaich.

Lyrics translated from Gaelic off the Album Dual
Sung by Julie Fowlis:

On a day that the Fenians were in Tulach Choir Looking around at the expanse of Ireland There was seen coming upon the crests of the waves
A crabbed, twisted ogre. The name of the fearless one Was the Muiligheartach of the cropped red hair From the bounds of Scandinavia over the ocean To fight against all Ireland.
There was a rusty sword on her belt In that time of sudden, fearful anger There were two other long, slender spears On the hag's other side.
When they felt the fury of the beast Up rose Fionn, hero of the Fenians, Up rose Ossian, the noblest of men. They did rise, as did Cearathall.
Ossian rose up yonder, He rose up as did Ardann, And Diarmad, son of the King of Lòin They arose as did Fionn and Goilean.
Four of the strongest of the Fenians Went to confront the monster; She dealt with them each in turn As if her sword was in flames.
"Alas!" said the Smith of the Lays, "If my cropped red-haired Muiligheartach has been slain When none has come of men or hosts That could draw blood on her red pate. Unless she was swallowed by a chasm Or she was drowned in a smooth, bare sea, Great is the shame to the prince of Fàil To yield to the inhabitants of one island.
I would give my oath most fiercely. If my Muiligheartach has been slain in Ireland, There is not a stone in a stream. In a meadow, wasteland or arable land, That I would leave behind, but take aboard my ship. Along with the whole of Ireland."
The valiant MacCuil met the Muiligheartach hand to hand; Such armour had never been seen From the craft of the smith of Chloinn 'ic Lìobhalnn.
Bedewed (with blood) were the spearpoints Of white flanked MacCuil The side 'of her shoulder dropped And drops of her blood on her mane.
None slew her but the Fenians, A band from whom hostages were never won And the smith took away her essence, her being, To Iar Leòmhann the high-king.

Album Dual Link:
https://www.amazon.com/Duan-Muilighea...


Filmed at Riverside National Cemetery
Filmed by Dark Isle Productions
Recording by Tress, Dark Isle Bagpiper

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