A culmination of their work together over the past four years, Sipped The Silver simultaneously features Oona's deep Irish fiddle roots; James' compositional talents; and their shared passion for digging deep into traditional music and finding something new to say.
Released July 19, 2019.
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Cucanandy 3:080:00/3:08
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Dawning of the Day 3:540:00/3:54
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Gourd Season 2:400:00/2:40
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What Will We Do? 3:200:00/3:20
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0:00/3:52
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Farewell to Ireland 3:370:00/3:37
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Malibu Hill Williams 2:450:00/2:45
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Opossom Awareness 3:150:00/3:15
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Red Rocking Chair 3:580:00/3:58
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The Ruined Jigs 3:010:00/3:01
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Fields of Athenry 4:000:00/4:00
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Petaluma 3:070:00/3:07
Many thanks to all who have supported us along the way, including the Pedinotti family and the staff at the Mouzon House, Liz Isreal and The Inn at Saratoga, Chris Wienk and WEXT, Sarah Craig and all at Caffe Lena, Michael Eck, Rosie Newton (for the loan of her viola - heard on Petaluma). We wouldn't be playing music today without the support of our families: The Lovelands, the Gascoynes, Ruth & Milner Wallace, the Gradys, and the DeFlauns.
All tracks are traditional, except tracks 3, 5, 7, & 12 by James Gascoyne (ASCAP), track 6 by Neil Gow (Public Domain), and track 11 by Pete St. John (Mechanical Copyright Protection Society, LTD)
Produced and arranged by Drank The Gold
Recorded and mixed at Electric Wilburland by Will Russell
Mastered by Dana Billings
Photos by Elizabeth Pedinotti Haynes
Album art design by Mike O'Donnell
Post Production by Pat Burke
Released July 2019
Oona Grady: vocals, fiddle, viola // James Gascoyne: vocals, guitar, banjo
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2: Dawning Of The Day
Out on raglan road on an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.
On Grafton street in November,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledged.
But The queen of hearts is still baking tarts
And I 'm not making hay,
and a love too much; not such by such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her the gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
That’s known to all the artists
of sound and stone and time.
With word and tint I never did stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
of thy own dark hair with her own name there
Like the clouds over fields of may.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking there
away from me, So hurriedly.
my reason must allow,
that I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, he’ll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
4: What Will We Do?
What will we do if we have no money?
Oh true lovers what will we do then?
Only hawk through the town, for a hungry crown
and we'll yodel it over again
What will be do if we marry a tinker?
Oh true lovers what will we do then?
Only sell a tin can and walk on with my man
and we'll yodel it over again
What will we do if we marry a soldier?
Oh true lovers what will we do then?
Only handle his gun and we'll fight for the fun
and we'll yodel it over again
What will we do if we have a young daughter?
Oh true lovers what will we do then?
Only take her in hand and walk on with my man
and we'll yodel it over again
8: Opossum Awareness
Don't you run old 'possum down
he's just hangin' out
That old 'possum won't starve
he'll eat all the ticks in the yard
Don't you bury that 'possum yet
he's just playing dead
9: Red Rocking Chair
Pull back the curtain let me see the sun
it's been like a long rainy day
oh I slave and I try but you grumble and you cry
and we can't live together this way
no we can't live together this way
No I ain't got no use
no I ain't got no use for that red rocking chair
got no sugar honey baby now
got no sugar honey baby now
Well I set you in the shade gave you every dime I made
what else can a poor boy do
Yes I work every day and you threw it all away
I just can't make a living for you
I just can't make a living for you
Some rounder come along
some rounder come along with that mouth full of gold
rounder stole my green-back roll
and I got no sugar honey baby now
I got no use for that red rocking chair
got no sugar honey baby now
oh and since she's been gone I just sing this lonesome song
got no one to rock that cradle for me now
got no one to rock that cradle for me now
Who'll call me honey
who'll call me honey who will sing that song
who'll rock the cradle when you're gone
who'll rock the cradle when you're gone
I'll rock that cradle
I'll rock that cradle I'll sing that song
I'll rock that cradle when your gone
I'll rock that cradle when your gone
11: Fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyn’s corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the Fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the Fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she’ll live and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely ’round the Fields of Athenry
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the Fields of Athenry