The Session in Moran's Hotel

Do you remember? . . . . . . .

When the Friday night in Morans was the highlight of the week The crack was good, the music great and the dancing reached a peak, There were singers who enthralled us from near and far away And the magic of the session brought new meaning to our day.

We had caidhps and sets and 8-hand jigs, haymakers, siege and walls Donncha would line them up and organise it all. And when Celine could be in town they both would take the floor The brilliance of their dancing would raise a mighty roar.

Those nights we all remember, the names we can recall Glackins, Rowsomes, Bergins, Ó hAlmhain, O'Shaughnessy, Mac Gabhann, Regan, Hackett, Murphy, Leech and Brennan, Carroll and O'Brien Naughton, Brody . . . many others, all members of renown.

We had visitors from Birmingham, New York and Liverpool From every town in Ireland and from every dancing school The fame of Craobh Seán Treacy had spread to places far, 'Twas the place to be on Friday nights for the music and a 'Jar'

Many youngsters of that era over twenty years ago Are now the great exponents of the fiddle and the bow, The flute, tin whistle and the box, the pipes and mandolin We had them all together at the session long ago.

Ah! I remember it well.