John McCormack (14 June 1884 - 16 September 1945), was a world-famous Irish… Read Full Bio ↴John McCormack (14 June 1884 - 16 September 1945), was a world-famous Irish tenor in the fields of opera and popular music, and renowned for his flawless diction and superb breath control.
John Francis McCormack was born in Athlone, Ireland, the fourth of eleven children of Andrew and Hannah Watson on 14 June 1884, and was baptised in St. Mary's Church, Athlone on 23 June 1884. His father was employed in Athlone Woollen Mills.
John received his early education from the Marist Brothers in Athlone, and later attended Summerhill College, Sligo. In 1903 he won the coveted gold medal in the Dublin Feis Ceoil and it was this event which set him on his climb to success. John married Lily Foley in 1906 and the couple had two children Cyril and Gwen.
Fundraising enabled his voice to be trained under Sabbatini in Italy. In 1907 John McCormack made his first important operatic appearance at Covent Garden in Mascagni's Cavalleria Rusticana. By 1912 he began to turn his attention to the concert stage, where his voice quality and charisma ensured that he became the greatest lyric tenor of his day.
He made numerous recordings, the first on phonograph cylinder in 1904. His most commercially successful series of records were those for the Victor Talking Machine Company in the 1910s and 1920s. He was the first artist to record It's a Long Way to Tipperary, in 1914. He also regularly broadcast on the radio and appeared in a number of sound films.
In 1917 he became a naturalized citizen of the United States.
To many people the highlight of McCormack's Irish career was his singing of César Franck's Panis Angelicus to the thousands who thronged Dublin's Phoenix Park for the 1932 Eucharistic Congress.
He was much honoured and decorated for his services to the world of music. His greatest honour came in 1928, when he received the title Count from Pope Pius XI in recognition of his work for Catholic charities. Although he often came to be referred to as "Count John McCormack" in his professional life, this title was officially recognised within only the Catholic Church ever.
McCormack retired in 1944, and died the following year at his home in Glena, Booterstown, Dublin.
John Francis McCormack was born in Athlone, Ireland, the fourth of eleven children of Andrew and Hannah Watson on 14 June 1884, and was baptised in St. Mary's Church, Athlone on 23 June 1884. His father was employed in Athlone Woollen Mills.
John received his early education from the Marist Brothers in Athlone, and later attended Summerhill College, Sligo. In 1903 he won the coveted gold medal in the Dublin Feis Ceoil and it was this event which set him on his climb to success. John married Lily Foley in 1906 and the couple had two children Cyril and Gwen.
Fundraising enabled his voice to be trained under Sabbatini in Italy. In 1907 John McCormack made his first important operatic appearance at Covent Garden in Mascagni's Cavalleria Rusticana. By 1912 he began to turn his attention to the concert stage, where his voice quality and charisma ensured that he became the greatest lyric tenor of his day.
He made numerous recordings, the first on phonograph cylinder in 1904. His most commercially successful series of records were those for the Victor Talking Machine Company in the 1910s and 1920s. He was the first artist to record It's a Long Way to Tipperary, in 1914. He also regularly broadcast on the radio and appeared in a number of sound films.
In 1917 he became a naturalized citizen of the United States.
To many people the highlight of McCormack's Irish career was his singing of César Franck's Panis Angelicus to the thousands who thronged Dublin's Phoenix Park for the 1932 Eucharistic Congress.
He was much honoured and decorated for his services to the world of music. His greatest honour came in 1928, when he received the title Count from Pope Pius XI in recognition of his work for Catholic charities. Although he often came to be referred to as "Count John McCormack" in his professional life, this title was officially recognised within only the Catholic Church ever.
McCormack retired in 1944, and died the following year at his home in Glena, Booterstown, Dublin.
Come Back to Erin
John Mccormack Lyrics
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A Dream Jeannine, I dream of lilac time Your eyes, they beam in…
Adeste Fideles REFRAIN: O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O c…
Ave Maria Ave Maria, Hear my cry O guide my path, Where no harm, no…
Believe me if all those endearing young charms Believe me if all those endearing young charms: to my…
Bless This House Bless this house, O Lord we pray, Make it safe by…
Come They were summoned from the hillside They were called in fr…
Drink To Me Only DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge…
I Jeannine, I dream of lilac time Your eyes, they beam in…
I Hear You Calling Me I hear you calling me You called me when The moon had…
I'll Walk Beside You 'll walk beside you through the world today While dreams and…
It's A Long Way To Tipperary Up to mighty London came An Irish lad one day, All…
It's a Long Way to Tipperary (1914) Up to mighty London came An Irish man one day All the…
Jeanie With the Light Brown Hair I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, born like a…
Jeannie Jeannine, I dream of lilac time Your eyes, they beam in…
Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair Borne, like…
Kathleen Mavourneen The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill. The…
Keep the Home Fires Burning They were summoned from the hillside They were called in fro…
Morning It's three o'clock in the morning We've danced the whole nig…
Mother Machree There's a spot in my heart, Which no colleen may own. There'…
Oft in the Stilly Night Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, …
Oh Mary Dear Oh Mary dear, a cruel fate has parted us. I'll hide…
Send Me Away With A Smile Little girl don't cry I must say goodbye Don't you hear the…
She Moved Thro' the Fair My young love said to me, My mother won't mind And my…
So Deep Is The Nigtht So deep is the night No Moon tonight No friendly star To gui…
Sonny Boy Climb up on my knee Sonny Boy Though you're only three…
Terence's Farewell to Kathleen So, my Kathleen, you're going to leave me All alone by…
The Garden Where the Praties Grow Have you ever been in love me boys, Or have you…
The Green Isle Of Erin There is a voice in the silence A voice ever calling A…
The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls The harp that once through Tara's halls the soul of music…
The Kerry Dance Oh the days of the Kerry dancing Oh the ring of…
The O It's three o'clock in the morning We've danced the whole nig…
The O'Clock In The Morning It's three o'clock in the morning We've danced the whole ni…
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The Sunshine of Your Smile Dear face that holds so sweet a smile for me Were…
Then You'll Remember Me When other lips and other hearts Their tales of love shall…
Three O It's three o'clock in the morning We've danced the whole nig…
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Marcelo Rossy
Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen;
Come back, Aroon, to the land of my birth:
Come with the shamrocks and Spring-time Mavourneen,
And its Killarney shall ring with our mirth.
Sure, when we lent ye to beautiful England,
Little we thought of the lone winter days,
Little we thought of the hush of the star shine
Over the mountain, the bluffs and the brays!
Chorus.
Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen,
Come back again to the land of my birth...
Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen,
And its Killarney shall ring with our mirth.
Over the green sea, Mavourneen, Mavourneen,
Long shone the white sail that bore thee away;
Riding the white waves that fair Summer morn in',
Just like a May-flow'r a float on the bay.
O, but my heart sank when clouds came between us,
Like a grey curtain the rain falling down,
Hid from my sad eyes the path o'er the ocean
Far, far away where my Colleen had flown.
Chorus
O may the angels, O wakin' and sleepin'
Watch o'er my bird in the land far away;
And it's my pray'rs will consign to their keepin'
Care o' my jewel by night and by day.
When by the fireside I watch the bright embers,
Then all my heart flies to England And thee,
Cravin' to know if my darlin' remembers,
Or if her thoughts may be crossin' to me.
Chorus
Marcelo Rossy
Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen;
Come back, Aroon, to the land of my birth:
Come with the shamrocks and Spring-time Mavourneen,
And its Killarney shall ring with our mirth.
Sure, when we lent ye to beautiful England,
Little we thought of the lone winter days,
Little we thought of the hush of the star shine
Over the mountain, the bluffs and the brays!
Chorus.
Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen,
Come back again to the land of my birth...
Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen,
And its Killarney shall ring with our mirth.
Over the green sea, Mavourneen, Mavourneen,
Long shone the white sail that bore thee away;
Riding the white waves that fair Summer morn in',
Just like a May-flow'r a float on the bay.
O, but my heart sank when clouds came between us,
Like a grey curtain the rain falling down,
Hid from my sad eyes the path o'er the ocean
Far, far away where my Colleen had flown.
Chorus
O may the angels, O wakin' and sleepin'
Watch o'er my bird in the land far away;
And it's my pray'rs will consign to their keepin'
Care o' my jewel by night and by day.
When by the fireside I watch the bright embers,
Then all my heart flies to England And thee,
Cravin' to know if my darlin' remembers,
Or if her thoughts may be crossin' to me.
Chorus
Roger Keck
Pretty sure it's "land of THY birth..."
Marcelo Rossy
@Roger Keck thanks for the tip
Ryan Howard's Art
I thought it went come back to Erin my boy
Anne Serkin
My mom used to sing this to me at night along with scarlet ribbons and marble halls I'd get Danny boy too if I insisted (anything to stay up just at little longer)
Yes she was Irish and yes I have a tendency to cry in my beer. I'm sentimental from heritage and early training. She's long gone now but I will always admire her choice of "lullaby".
Allbbrz
Michigan J Frog brought me here... and I enjoyed a lot !
David Potter
Is there a more beautiful song and singer on earth than this one?
tubeblack35
Man he was gorgeous. Wow.
Tallulah Moon
Wow. Sounds beautiful. But doesn't it seem like it should be in 3/4? just a thought...
Kale Chips
Looney Tunes frog sent me here