On the Mainland
Christy Moore Lyrics


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I was over on the Mainland
Doing me act in some old civic hall
It was the night before we stormed the hackney empire
My adrenaline got pumpin' when the crowd demanded more
I couldn't sleep a wink
So I turned on to the BBC World Service
Comin' at me from New Delhi
Or some other long lost Colonial shore
When a lovely English man came on the wireless
With a gorgeous, sweet dulcet Portland placed clipped tone
He announced that the winner
Of the 1995 Nobel Prize for Literature
Was a British poet
"Séamus Heaney from Londonderry", sez he
As cool as cool could be
So I roared out for tea and toasted muffins
And a pair of hard-boiled eggs to calm my nerves
You never claimed George Best nor Alex Higgins
Nor you never claimed Bellaghy's other boys
But that's the way things are upon the Mainland
Where the Quarehawks are still sucking
The wee small birds' eggs dry.





I was over on the mainland
Doing me act in some old civic hall

Overall Meaning

The opening line of Christy Moore's song "On the Mainland" sets the scene for the listener. Moore, a native of Ireland, finds himself performing in an unfamiliar land. The reference to the "Mainland" suggests that he is in England, which is often referred to as the Mainland by those from Ireland. Moore is in a civic hall, perhaps a small venue, that makes him nervous, but he is excited by the prospect of performing before an audience. However, he finds it difficult to sleep due to the adrenaline rush that he is experiencing.


In his restless state, Moore tunes into the BBC World Service, and the dulcet tones of an Englishman announcing the 1995 Nobel Prize for Literature winner, Séamus Heaney, catch his attention. Heaney is from Londonderry, which is in Northern Ireland, and this fact delights Moore, who enjoys the idea that a poet from his homeland has won such a prestigious prize. The final few lines of the song refer to the notion that those from Northern Ireland are not always recognized by those on the Mainland. Heaney's win is a source of pride for Moore, and he celebrates it with tea, toasted muffins, and hard-boiled eggs.


Line by Line Meaning

I was over on the mainland
I was in Britain performing in a civic hall


It was the night before we stormed the Hackney Empire My adrenaline got pumpin' when the crowd demanded more
It was the night before performing at Hackney Empire and the excitement of the crowd pumped me up.


I couldn't sleep a wink So I turned on to the BBC World Service Comin' at me from New Delhi Or some other long lost Colonial shore
I couldn't sleep, so I listened to BBC World Service from a far off place like New Delhi.


When a lovely English man came on the wireless With a gorgeous, sweet dulcet Portland placed clipped tone He announced that the winner Of the 1995 Nobel Prize for Literature Was a British poet "Séamus Heaney from Londonderry", sez he As cool as cool could be
A charming Englishman with a beautiful clipped accent announced the 1995 Nobel Prize winner for Literature, a British poet, Séamus Heaney from Londonderry


So I roared out for tea and toasted muffins And a pair of hard-boiled eggs to calm my nerves
I ordered tea, toasted muffins, and hard-boiled eggs to calm my nerves.


You never claimed George Best nor Alex Higgins Nor you never claimed Bellaghy's other boys But that's the way things are upon the Mainland Where the Quarehawks are still sucking The wee small birds' eggs dry.
Britain has always claimed the greatest from Northern Ireland like George Best and Alex Higgins, but they ignore other talented people from Bellaghy. These Quarehawks are like vultures preying on struggling people.




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