Tigheaman Ruairc of Sligeach

Tighearnán Ruairc started playing in the SCA in 2008 and Clinton War was his first event... 
The story goes....

 

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Pléaráca na Ruarcach - O'Rourke's Feast

 

Pléaráca na Ruarcach i gcuimhne gach uile dhuine
Dhá dtiocfaidh is dá dtáinic is dá maireann go fóill.
Seacht bhfichid muc, mart agus caora
Dhá gcasgairt don ghasraidh gach aon lá.

Ceád páil uisce bheatha is na meadra dhá líonadh,
Ag éirghe ar maiden is againn do bhí an spóirt.
Briseadh do phíopa-sa sladadh mo phóca-sa,
Goideadh do bríste-sa loisgeadh mo chlóca-sa,

Chaill mé mo bhaireád, m'fhileád,
Ó d'imigh na gairéid, ár seacht mbeannacht leó.
Cuir s[raic ar a' gcláirsigh sin, seinn suas a' pleáráca sin,
An bucsa sin, 'Áine, agus gredóg le n-ol!

 

 O'Rourke's noble fare - Will ne'er be forgot
By those who were there - Or those who were not.
His revels to keep, - We sup and we dine
On seven score sheep, Fat bullocks and swine

Usequebaugh to our feast - In pails was brought up,
A hundred at least, - And the madder our cup,
O there is the sport! - We rise with the light
In disorderly sort, - From snoring all night.

O how I was trick'd! - My pipe it was broke,
My pocket was pick'd - I lost my new cloak.
I'm rifled, quoth Nell, - Of mantle and kercher,
Why then fare them well, - The de'il take the searcher.

Come, harper, strike up; - But, first, by your favour,
Boy, give me a cup: - Ah! this hath some savour.