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The Grand Design

by Castlebay

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There is a higher plan that will our spirits refine And God is the crafter of the Grand Design There is a greater pattern that all our lives entwine With Love as our master in the Grand Design We give up ourselves and to thy will resign For God is the crafter of the Grand Design We never shall hunger for all we leave behind With Love as our master in the Grand Design As we journey on our way we in joyful purpose bind And God is the crafter of the Grand Design And thanks we will show with our bodies and our minds With Love as our master in the Grand Design We lift up our hearts and never will repine For God is the crafter of the Grand Design We raise up our song and praise thy love divine With Love as our master in the Grand Design
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Oh we are bound to travel far across the watery main Farewell to all the loving hearts we may never see again, my dear We may never see again. Oh many are the trials sore that we will undergo Our ship will toss upon the seas as the raging winds do blow, my dear As the raging winds do blow And when we land upon the shore, we dare not go to sleep For fear of Indians wild and bold in forests dark and deep, my dear In forests dark and deep But hunger and deprivation have been our lot before And we know almighty God provides whatever is in store, my dear Whatever is in store We leave behind our broken dreams, adieu forevermore Oh may be find a better life upon that distant shore, my dear Upon that distant shore If our future star shines bright or dim we never can forsee We will cast our lot upon the waters wild and the dangers of the sea, my dear
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ROWAN: In all the days I’ve sailed the sea, in all the days so merry, CAMPBELL: In all my days, since a wee boy, a lad in Londonderry, ROWAN: I’ve oft heard preached, by Good Book taught, to put meat on the table, BOTH: It’s first you must, and first you may, take AS YE ARE ABLE ROWAN: I through this wise philosophy rose to a Captain’s station With diligence and fortitude, a credit to my nation At home I have a manor house and horses in my stable Accomplished by that honored creed- to take AS YE ARE ABLE CAMPBELL: With men and women, boys and girls, left on this rock and dying, If you would have the strength or might, the object of your trying, As any man of God would do e’re since the time of Babel Must be to rescue all in need; take those AS YE ARE ABLE. ROWAN: My masters have a contract, sir! You do not seem to understand I have responsibility and I am subject to command I have been known to seize the day e’re since I was in cradle I see no need to change today- I’ll take AS I AM ABLE CAMPBELL ROWAN Fill your boats I’ve bills to pay These lives are yours I’m sorry When God decides Whose God decides? He’ll deal with you Tomorrow As God’s my witness It’s only business You’ll pay for it On the table TOGETHER; Have mercy man, Look deep within -Take all If ye are able My purse says this is not a sin -Take all That I am able
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In seventeen hundred and forty one we left old Ireland Bound for Philadelphia in America’s happy land But cruel winds destroyed our masts on the stormy passage o’er And it was late October before we sighted shore Our ship it being foundered on the bleak and rocky land The captain bade us man the boats to take us to the strand With comrades friends and family all scattered here and there No shelter was provided us, no sustenance nor fare He then sailed in the longboat some comfort for to find The length of time that he was gone weighed heavy on our minds As cold and deprivation began to take their toll And many of our companions went to their final home At length the captain and his crew returned with vessels two And how our hearts did lighten as these ships came into view But how our hopes were shattered when we came to know his mind Was to take our goods from off the ship and leave us all behind He finally was persuaded to render us some aid For forty-eight convenient and with money for to pay He stripped us of our clothing, all our goods, and all our gear Then sold us into service thus advancing his career A curse upon the captain, oh may he die in pain! For never did he spare a thought for those who did remain No pity for the victims of his cold and ruthless plan He left them all to perish on the shores of Grand Manan.
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It was on a winter’s morning, the frost came down like snow Over hills and lofty mountains where the wintery winds do blow It was there I spied a female form all in a drift of snow With her infant baby in her arms, she knew not where to go. Oh hush my darling baby, I’ll fold you to my breast It’s little does your father know this night we’re in distress It’s little does your father know what we do undergo Or he would fold us in his arms from this cold, frost and snow.
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Balloo, Balloo my wee wee thing Oh softly close thy blinkin’ ee Balloo, Balloo my wee wee thing For thou are doubly dear tae me How bright the moon on your cradle shines And loud the wind sings in the trees The sounds of owl and ocean wild Will surely keep ye from thy sleep But softly lay down thy weary head Heed not the noises on the lee The banshees wail ye need na’ dread See lang’s yer minnie’s watchin’ ye
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It was early one evening in the spring of the year That a strange looking vessel on our shores did appear With red men from the forests, and though they were few We were most apprehensive of what they might do They hailed us most proudly, and held up their hands And producing as letter, gave us to understand That marooned on an island there were women in need And that we should travel there with the greatest of speed We hastily gathered a crew, strong and brave For to make the long journey across the salt waves We fared to the east’ard for many a long mile Till the Indians did guide us to a desolate Isle And there on the rocky shore, both hungry and cold Were the women of Ireland as the letter had told And one with an infant just barely alive We were filled with amazement that they had survived For it seems they had suffered the whole winter through Abandoned by the captain of a ship and his crew In favor of the cargo and the goods they had brought He ruthlessly sailed away and left them with naught And so we did tenderly help them on board And carried them back to our home in St.George With great thanks to the Indians so gallant and strong. Here’s a health to their families and may they live long. In a land where the future seems prosperous and bright The pain of the past fades as dawn brings the light With time comes the healing that makes us to grow As the flowers will blossom from dark winter’s snow
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about

In 1740, an emigration scheme, called the Grand Design, was devised with the goal of bringing about 200 Scots-Irish Presbyterians to Philadelphia. They were compelled to leave Northern Ireland as a result of social prejudice, religious zeal and environmental disaster. The ship, Martha & Eliza, left Londonderry, Northern Ireland July 28, but encountered a storm which disabled masts and set the ship adrift. After 11 weeks in the merciless North Atlantic, they were cast on the desolate shore of Grand Manan Island, now in New Brunswick, Canada. Many passengers had succumbed to stress and deprivation. The captain and crew left the survivors and sailed in the longboat to Fort Frederick at Pemaquid, Maine where, twelve years earlier, Colonel David Dunbar had brought a group of Scots/Irish from Ulster to rebuild the fort and had remained a thriving colony. The captain and crew of the Martha & Eliza “tarried” here for several weeks. As winter weather grew more difficult, they decided to return to the wreck to salvage the goods on board. Finding passengers still alive, the crew removed only the healthiest of them to New Harbor. They were charged an exorbitant fee for the rescue, stripped of their clothes, and sold into service. This first group registered a complaint with the Governor in Boston. Another ship set out seeking to plunder the remaining goods. Two sisters were found alive and removed at this time, but because the captain had originally dispersed the people around the island, another group was left to endure the entire winter. These were finally discovered in April by local Native Americans (Passamaquoddy). In spite of the danger to themselves, both elemental and socio-political, these men carried letters to the fort in St. George, Maine over 100 miles southeast of the island, and arranged the rescue. This last group consisted of ten women including Isabel Galloway and her infant child. The survivors were taken in by the people of the midcoast Maine Scots-Irish communities. Many remained, married locally, and their descendants still live in the area.
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About the Program
The Grand Design Project is a unique combination of history, music and drama. It is available in a concert version which includes 6 musicians, 2 readers, and projected imagery. The play is adaptable, portable, and presentable in a variety of venues. Auxiliary informative workshops may also be presented to enhance audience understanding of the concert and engage local schools, museums, or historical societies.

The program provides an opportunity not only to commemorate a remarkable event but to create an experience of that event and a connection with the people involved in it. Through the use of music and imagery, an audience comes to understand the event’s significance and hopefully gain personal inspiration from it. In addition, dialogue and exchange between the communities included in the story will be facilitated through the shared experience of the performances and workshops.

In order to maintain historical integrity, Julia Lane spent four years researching as much factual information as possible from resources in New England, the mid-Atlantic states, Canada, and Northern Ireland regarding the events and the times and culture in which they occurred. This information provides the basis for the use of appropriate traditional music and inspiration for compatible original composition and lyrics. The dramatic readings are taken from historic documents and images used in the projections are either historic maps and etchings or scenery of the actual landscapes involved in the story.

Notes on the Music
In choosing the music for this story, I first went to collections of music popular in the first half of the 1700’s. It is clear that the musical life of the people was multi-dimensional and I found a wonderful variety of music, from tavern songs to deeply religious unadorned hymns, from chamber music to country dance tunes. The music reflects the social experiences of the people and their Scots Irish heritage. If I could not find an appropriate song or melody to underscore the story, I composed one in the traditional style. In some cases, traditional melodies of the times had evocative names -The Dangers of the Sea, Crossing from Ireland, The Death of My Friend, Any Privation But This, Fye, let us to the Bridal- and coincidentally were perfect for the score. Separation of Soul and Body was composed by Irish harper Turlough O’Carolan who died in 1738. This version of Auld Lang Syne is circa 1733, 26 years prior to the birth of Robert Burns.

credits

released May 15, 2007

Music and Lyrics by Julia Lane & Fred Gosbee © 2007
Celtic Harp, vocals-- Julia Lane
Woodwinds, viola, violin-- Fred Gosbee
Fiddle-- Tamora Goltz
Cello-- Doreen Conboy
Percussion , Smallpipes- Jim Stewart
Indian chant, drum-- John Bear Mitchell

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