Beggars, Celts & Madmen

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Dream Catcher

One of the many words of wisdom for life my father used to preach to my brother and I, was “Use drink, don’t let drink use you”. As kids we’d pop in to see him in his local Neeson’s bar on the Main Street in Newbridge, Co Kildare.

I will never forget the way his eyes would light up when we would call in to see him, in the hope that the horses were kind to him, in the hope a lemonade would come our way. We never needed to worry as the lemonade was always a given and religiously as soon as he would lay our glasses down, he would burst into song! He had his favourites like ‘Liverpool Lou’ and the ‘Blackbird of my heart’. By God he could belt out a tune. Being young I would cringe, as any young teenager would at a parent making himself the centre of attention. When he reached the chorus the whole bar would join in with him raising the roof off the joint. He would look at me whilst singing away and would always give me an affectionate slap on the cheek, it was his way of saying ‘Don’t worry I’m in control’.


Beggars Celts and Madmen

Welcome to our second video release – ‘Beggars Celts and Madmen’. This is the title track from our forthcoming album out for release shortly.

Below is a description of the storyline for the video and the concept and research behind the video and song. Please note you can also download the song from all the usual online retailers and music providers for your own listening enjoyment.

Can you imagine what it must have been like to live in Ireland around the year 1864? In the aftermath of the great famine of 1847 hunger and death was rife and eviction from their homes among the poor was commonplace. Those who were deemed ‘fortunate’ to leave their beloved homeland for America and other countries far and wide to strive for that better life for themselves and their relations, always attended a final mass to ask for protection and safe passage to that new life ahead. With the sadness they feel in having to leave their homeland behind, their conscience is racked with guilt and grief for taking that decision.


Please Don’t Send Me Home

Camden Town, a bustling multi-cultural gem of a place in North West London. With its stalls, markets, foreign food restaurants, music bars, canals. Always full of party revellers, music lovers, trend setters and the obligatory odd freak thrown in for measure.

Back in the late 50’s to the early 90’s it had a very heavily populated Irish community. Most of the bars were Irish run, the clientele all Irish working in construction whether chippy, fixer, labourer – you could rest assure the bulk of them worked for John Murphy’s empire at some stage of their life. The ladies were mainly housewives, cleaners or nurses.

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