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A new song composed and performed by singer-songwriter Gerry Dempsey. Lyrics Miracle at Drumcree (marching drum rhythm) I'll never stop bangin' me drum! I'll never stop bangin' me drum! I'll not smile nor flinch, I'll concede not one inch Till the Day of Judgement is come! I'll never surrender, I won't! I'll never surrender, I won't! I'll never say "Yes!" Not never no more! So don't try to persuade me! Just don't! I'll go bangin' me drum intae war. I'll go bangin' me drum intae war. I'll go oit on strike And I'll march where I like In the mustache my father wore. All at once a miracle came. It parted the cloids and the rain. The sun came oit on the Shankill Road And a spirit took hold of my hand. The sound of the Samba was heard in the land. (Samba drum rhythm) Now we march to a different rhythm; To the beat of a different drum We co-operate, tolerate, celebrate. We have finally learned how to syncopate. When we dance, everybody is one. I surrender my dear. I surrender my dear. Give me a kiss. Give us a spliff. I'm yours for a bottle of beer. We'll throw off our clothes and have fun. We'll dance by the light of the sun. We'll make love in the street. We'll be beatin' our meat In time to the beat of the drum. I can still wear my fine orange sash, Black bowler and bright green moustache, Check out my blog of Janacek arrangements and YouTube channel A union Jack and a Rasta hat And fine big plume from an ostrich's ass And a big yellow skirt made of grass. (Samba/march drum rhythm) It was Carnival day in Belfast. The Pope took a swig of Buckfast. He watched while old Paisley Danced with Our Lady And I banged my drum, My big, beautiful drum. I was bangin' my drum to the last.

A new song composed and performed by singer-songwriter Gerry Dempsey. Lyrics Miracle at Drumcree (marching drum rhythm) I'll never stop bangin' me drum! I'll never stop bangin' me drum! I'll not smile nor flinch, I'll concede not one inch Till the Day of Judgement is come! I'll never surrender, I won't! I'll never surrender, I won't! I'll never say "Yes!" Not never no more! So don't try to persuade me! Just don't! I'll go bangin' me drum intae war. I'll go bangin' me drum intae war. I'll go oit on strike And I'll march where I like In the mustache my father wore. All at once a miracle came. It parted the cloids and the rain. The sun came oit on the Shankill Road And a spirit took hold of my hand. The sound of the Samba was heard in the land. (Samba drum rhythm) Now we march to a different rhythm; To the beat of a different drum We co-operate, tolerate, celebrate. We have finally learned how to syncopate. When we dance, everybody is one. I surrender my dear. I surrender my dear. Give me a kiss. Give us a spliff. I'm yours for a bottle of beer. We'll throw off our clothes and have fun. We'll dance by the light of the sun. We'll make love in the street. We'll be beatin' our meat In time to the beat of the drum. I can still wear my fine orange sash, Black bowler and bright green moustache, Check out my blog of Janacek arrangements and YouTube channel A union Jack and a Rasta hat And fine big plume from an ostrich's ass And a big yellow skirt made of grass. (Samba/march drum rhythm) It was Carnival day in Belfast. The Pope took a swig of Buckfast. He watched while old Paisley Danced with Our Lady And I banged my drum, My big, beautiful drum. I was bangin' my drum to the last.

A new song composed and performed by singer-songwriter Gerry Dempsey. Lyrics Miracle at Drumcree (marching drum rhythm) I'll never stop bangin' me drum! I'll never stop bangin' me drum! I'll not smile nor flinch, I'll concede not one inch Till the Day of Judgement is come! I'll never surrender, I won't! I'll never surrender, I won't! I'll never say "Yes!" Not never no more! So don't try to persuade me! Just don't! I'll go bangin' me drum intae war. I'll go bangin' me drum intae war. I'll go oit on strike And I'll march where I like In the mustache my father wore. All at once a miracle came. It parted the cloids and the rain. The sun came oit on the Shankill Road And a spirit took hold of my hand. The sound of the Samba was heard in the land. (Samba drum rhythm) Now we march to a different rhythm; To the beat of a different drum We co-operate, tolerate, celebrate. We have finally learned how to syncopate. When we dance, everybody is one. I surrender my dear. I surrender my dear. Give me a kiss. Give us a spliff. I'm yours for a bottle of beer. We'll throw off our clothes and have fun. We'll dance by the light of the sun. We'll make love in the street. We'll be beatin' our meat In time to the beat of the drum. I can still wear my fine orange sash, Black bowler and bright green moustache, Check out my blog of Janacek arrangements and YouTube channel A union Jack and a Rasta hat And fine big plume from an ostrich's ass And a big yellow skirt made of grass. (Samba/march drum rhythm) It was Carnival day in Belfast. The Pope took a swig of Buckfast. He watched while old Paisley Danced with Our Lady And I banged my drum, My big, beautiful drum. I was bangin' my drum to the last.

A new song composed and performed by singer-songwriter Gerry Dempsey. Lyrics Miracle at Drumcree (marching drum rhythm) I'll never stop bangin' me drum! I'll never stop bangin' me drum! I'll not smile nor flinch, I'll concede not one inch Till the Day of Judgement is come! I'll never surrender, I won't! I'll never surrender, I won't! I'll never say "Yes!" Not never no more! So don't try to persuade me! Just don't! I'll go bangin' me drum intae war. I'll go bangin' me drum intae war. I'll go oit on strike And I'll march where I like In the mustache my father wore. All at once a miracle came. It parted the cloids and the rain. The sun came oit on the Shankill Road And a spirit took hold of my hand. The sound of the Samba was heard in the land. (Samba drum rhythm) Now we march to a different rhythm; To the beat of a different drum We co-operate, tolerate, celebrate. We have finally learned how to syncopate. When we dance, everybody is one. I surrender my dear. I surrender my dear. Give me a kiss. Give us a spliff. I'm yours for a bottle of beer. We'll throw off our clothes and have fun. We'll dance by the light of the sun. We'll make love in the street. We'll be beatin' our meat In time to the beat of the drum. I can still wear my fine orange sash, Black bowler and bright green moustache, Check out my blog of Janacek arrangements and YouTube channel A union Jack and a Rasta hat And fine big plume from an ostrich's ass And a big yellow skirt made of grass. (Samba/march drum rhythm) It was Carnival day in Belfast. The Pope took a swig of Buckfast. He watched while old Paisley Danced with Our Lady And I banged my drum, My big, beautiful drum. I was bangin' my drum to the last.

In 1840 Louisa Stuart Costello published in Fraser’s Magazine an article on classic Persian poetry, which included a section on Omar Khayyam with translations of some verses. Interest in the poetry of Omar Khayyam received its first major boost in the English speaking world when Edward Fitzgerald published a translation of 75 quatrains in 1859. Fitzgerald’s mentor was Professor Edward Byles Cowell, who, in the previous year, had published an essay entitled “Omar Khayyam, the astronomer-poet of Persia” which included translations of thirty quatrains. In 1885 Whitley Stokes, a renowned Irish orientalist and linguist, published an English translation of eighteen quatrains in the journal 'Academy', nr. 663. In the National Review, December, 1890 Charles J. Pickering published a lengthy essay entitled “Umar of Nishapur”, in which he compared several notable translations including those in English by Fitzgerald and Edward Whinfield and that in German by Von Hammer. In 1896 Nathan Haskell Dole, acting as editor, published the following tome in two volumes: Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam English, French, German, Italian, and Danish translations comparatively arranged in accordance with the text of Edward Fitzgerald’s version with further selections, notes, biographies, bibliographies and other material. Included in the “further selections” are translations of assorted quatrains by Henry George Keene and Frank Siller. In 1901 Dole and Belle Walker published two volumes of “Flowers from Persian Poets.” The first volume contains a short article about Omar Khayyam and translations of twenty two quatrains by an unknown translator. Omar Khayyám: some verses and an introduction by W.E.B. Whittaker & R. Löwenberg, which was published in 1907, contains a short commentary and a translation of fifty-three quatrains by the authors. This recording is a sequel to <a href="https://archive.org/details/rubaiyat_miscellany_1311_librivox">A Rubaiyat Miscellany</a>, published by Librivox on 28th November, 2013 - Summary by Algy Pug