A Rough Description of the Mighty Session of Music we had in Fagans Public House at Fleadh Laighean - The Leinster Fleadh in Baile Átha Buí, Contae na Mí - Athboy, County Meath in July 2019.


T'was the night we stumbled into the Lios of the Women, myself and the rest of the Fianna we were bone tired from the chasing of the wild torc from the hill of Tlachtgha to the great cave of Navan, when the strange lights guided our weary companions to the Yellow Ford, and that's where we first discovered the entrance to the lios, under the swaying branches of the mountain ash, there, a treasure well hidden, on the royal plains of Meath....


It was the echo of the Dord Fiann that enchanted us... the music now lost to the world, who alive now nows the harmony of the stray notes that were played all together in the Lios of the Women in Áth Buí?


Tommy Hayes sailed in on his little boat of hammered bronze, a single white sail fluttered above him in the great light of the plains, he played a sea-green rhythm on his wild Clare drum, fashioned from the skins of the fishes, the wild sturgeon captured on the shores of Abbysinia, such patterns of music not usually revealed to the hearts of men, except for them who have been exposed to the blinding lights that greet you in the Rath of the Women in fair Athboy, during Fleadh Laighean.


It was a July during the first quarter of the 21st century but it wasn't really happening then because it was outside of time, no time exists in that fairy Lios, no sorrow, no human care can ever enter there. 


T'was the night we stumbled into the Lios of the Women, myself and the rest of the Fianna we were bone tired from the chasing of the wild torc from the hill of Tlachtgha.


Published on 27th August 2019

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