Living a town over, everytime I listen to this song, I make a note and lay a Calla Lily there in Kingsthorpe. Wonderful song from a wonderful artist, I could sit and listen to Lisa talk and sing for days and days.
Just played dear, sad Violet in Melbourne at La Mama's Courthouse Theatre. 8/12/2019 in 'I Shot Mussolini'. She was a joy to play. A dream role. Violet had a sharp and clever mind and a strong personality. Courageous and mad. Such a grave pity her gun stuck the second time round.... Love your song about her. So hauntingly beautiful and ever so moving .
I am related to Violet Gibson through Frances Colles. I'm also related to Abraham Colles the surgeon from Dublin. Found out just a few years ago about her amazing yet tragic story. She would have changed the course of the war if she had succeeded. My last name is Collis, but it was Colles until my grandfather changed it because he didn't like being called "Mr.Coals" (since most people pronounce it wrong here in Canada). "Mr. Coles" (Coals) was also the name of our family ghost who apparently appeared in the parish of Leigh and drove a coach drawn by 4 horses with fire flying from their nostrils on the road between Bransford and Brocamin called Leigh Walk. He then dashed over the barn at Leigh Court and into the river Teme. It was supposed that he was the spirit of Edmund Colles the second. The spirit was exorcised and laid to rest by twelve parsons in a pond close by. Thought you might find that interesting.
@@natid.6619 It was a sad ending for someone who had her heart in the right place. I have pictures of her arrest record, fingerprints and grave marker.
There are many ways to go mad I go out to Rome With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag And I shoot Mussolini in the nose I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth I simply saw a bad egg and I thought I'd take the bad egg out I fired twice I didn't fire right And they dragged me through the town And the fascist dictator carried on And on and I went down Down and down and then down more They hurt me in and out Half had half mad An ignorant tourist An old Irish hag They called me all sorts But I moved in silence For the love o' truth not violence And I'm mad an' I know People don't really change I suppose They just go a little bad when they go They locked me up in a Northampton house Where I feed a Northampton boar And I lost the reasons why I think I'm a violet I was never a rose I've been 29 years here I'm not ready be here anymore See me back on Merrion square Where in spring the violets still grow I moved in silence For the love o' truth not violence And I'm mad an' I know People don't really change I suppose They just go a little bad when they go There are many ways to go mad I go out to Rome With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag And I shoot Mussolini in the nose I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth I simply saw a bad egg and I thought I'd take the bad egg out
What's the problem of people laughing at this song? Are they idiot? It's basically a very sad song... It talks about an hero woman who tried to change the world and was locked for the rest of her life...
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Living a town over, everytime I listen to this song, I make a note and lay a Calla Lily there in Kingsthorpe. Wonderful song from a wonderful artist, I could sit and listen to Lisa talk and sing for days and days.
Amazing. Hats off for remembering Violet Gibson. Mna na Heireann
Just played dear, sad Violet in Melbourne at La Mama's Courthouse Theatre. 8/12/2019 in 'I Shot Mussolini'.
She was a joy to play. A dream role.
Violet had a sharp and clever mind and a strong personality. Courageous and mad. Such a grave pity her gun stuck the second time round....
Love your song about her. So hauntingly beautiful and ever so moving .
Congratulations
That's amazing that people are remembering this folk hero.
Love love love all that lisa does. Lisa o'neill is a modern Day poet. Please come back to Australia.
As a distant relative, I'm delighted to have discovered this excellent recording. Thank you 😍!
Im related too!
I don't think I am related to Violet Gibson, but I love this none the less.
I am related to Violet Gibson through Frances Colles. I'm also related to Abraham Colles the surgeon from Dublin. Found out just a few years ago about her amazing yet tragic story. She would have changed the course of the war if she had succeeded. My last name is Collis, but it was Colles until my grandfather changed it because he didn't like being called "Mr.Coals" (since most people pronounce it wrong here in Canada). "Mr. Coles" (Coals) was also the name of our family ghost who apparently appeared in the parish of Leigh and drove a coach drawn by 4 horses with fire flying from their nostrils on the road between Bransford and Brocamin called Leigh Walk. He then dashed over the barn at Leigh Court and into the river Teme. It was supposed that he was the spirit of Edmund Colles the second. The spirit was exorcised and laid to rest by twelve parsons in a pond close by. Thought you might find that interesting.
be proud!
@@natid.6619 It was a sad ending for someone who had her heart in the right place. I have pictures of her arrest record, fingerprints and grave marker.
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Im related too!
so sad, the first time at END OF THE RoAD i was in tears.
lovely lovely voice! thank you for this!
Song start at 5:30
This is so, so good
This Violent's a 🌹
Awesome!
There are many ways to go mad
I go out to Rome
With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag
And I shoot Mussolini in the nose
I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout
Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth
I simply saw a bad egg and I thought
I'd take the bad egg out
I fired twice I didn't fire right
And they dragged me through the town
And the fascist dictator carried on
And on and I went down
Down and down and then down more
They hurt me in and out
Half had half mad
An ignorant tourist
An old Irish hag
They called me all sorts
But I moved in silence
For the love o' truth not violence
And I'm mad an' I know
People don't really change I suppose
They just go a little bad when they go
They locked me up in a Northampton house
Where I feed a Northampton boar
And I lost the reasons why I think
I'm a violet
I was never a rose
I've been 29 years here
I'm not ready be here anymore
See me back on Merrion square
Where in spring the violets still grow
I moved in silence
For the love o' truth not violence
And I'm mad an' I know
People don't really change I suppose
They just go a little bad when they go
There are many ways to go mad
I go out to Rome
With a rock in my fist and a gun in my bag
And I shoot Mussolini in the nose
I didn't shoot to skim the skin of his snout
Or his teeth or the lips on his mouth
I simply saw a bad egg and I thought
I'd take the bad egg out
A Rebel ! In Dublin ! It must be a theme !!!! Rebels ABU !!!
MIGHTY
What's a brother at war? In reference to the poster
What's the problem of people laughing at this song? Are they idiot? It's basically a very sad song... It talks about an hero woman who tried to change the world and was locked for the rest of her life...
She hasn't got a note in her head
You might have to clean your ears out