Irish
Gleemen Like Newfoundland
Don Morris,
Daily news, ?, 1969

The Bearded Long-haired Irishmen
in this picture are relaxing as thought they were cavorting in an Irish
Pub. Rather they are having an ale in a St. John's Lounge. But, they
claim, the atmosphere and brogue of many of the St John's residents
remind them of home. The Sullivan's Gypsies have performed in many areas
of St. John's. They are part of an invasion of Irish troubadours who have
found eager and enthusiastic audiences in Canada - particularly
Newfoundland.
Irish Gleemen Like Newfoundland
By Don Morris
Newfoundland experienced it's first big
invasion of Irishmen in the 1840s when a potato famine devastated the
economy of the Emerald Isle.
Currently There is another invasion - of
sorts - underway. Ebullient troubadours - in groups of two to four - are
leaving the old sod to perform before audiences across Canada.
Newfoundland is receiving it's share of them and no one is griping thanks
to the indelible Irish Stamp left in the province's ethnic fabric by
successive waves of Irish immigrants. Among the most popular - Certainly
the most unique and original of the Irish Rovers to visit Newfoundland is
a group aptly named called the Sullivan's Gypsies.
That They Feel at home here and are
accepted is attested to by the fact that they always play to capacity
houses. Hand-slapping, foot-stomping, slightly off-color jokes told in the
rolling Irish Brogue, these roguish, bearded Irishmen are masters at
entertainment. their repertoire of songs, accompanied by an assortment of
banjos, mandolins, guitars range from the beautiful Danny Boy to the
animated "Paddy Doyle the Poacher."
The Gypsies are not confined to St. John's
in their appearances. they have entertained in central Newfoundland and up
along the communities of the southern Shore of the Avalon peninsula where,
they say, can be found "the second Ireland."
Says the leader of the group, gypsy Don
Sullivan, " You just have to listen to a few words from the southern
shore people and you know the people came from Ireland. I've never heard
such beautiful Irish Brogue anywhere else in the world... outside the old
sod."
Sullivan, with facial scar, earrings,
black curly hair and a heavy black beard, is a real gypsy. His sidekicks
were all born in Dublin, but Don was reared in a gypsy caravan at the foot
of the mountains of Morne. he has had a rugged, adventure-filled life. he
has traveled extensively and has rubbed shoulders with people from all walks
of life.
But he also appreciates he finer things in
life. He has written hundreds of poems and songs, some of which are
featured in the groups first North American Album, "Sullivan's Gypsies."
His Partners in song, jest and music are:
Gary Kavanagh, Fergus O'Brien (sic), and Dermot O'Reilly. All are
unmarried except O'Reilly.
Gary as a boy played soccer in Ireland
with leading teams. His natural talent lay in entertainment and he ang in
Irish pubs and at Parties in his native Dublin before fate teamed him up
with gypsy Don.
Fergus can pass anywhere for a
contemporary professor of some University - an intellectual. With his
shoulder-length hair, full black beard and "Granny Glasses" he
is quiet and unassuming off-stage. You name the subject and he can talk on
it. Fergus first played the Classical piano later mastering the five
string banjo, guitar, mouth organ and mandolin.
Dermot was born into a musical family and
as a kid toured with his family in a minstrel show. Later his uncle taught
him to play the mandolin and banjo. And still later Derm obtained a guitar
which he quickly mastered.
All four can sing well besides being good
musicians.
Two of the group plan to stay in St. John's
over the Christmas holidays while the other gypsies will stay for a brief
period in Toronto. But the groups will get together just as soon as
possible to once again troubadour around Newfoundland.
Says Gypsy Don: "There must be a
spell around this place. There is not a place on earth where we feel more
at home."
Newfoundlanders - regardless of ethnic
background have put the welcome mat out for them. And the Sullivan's
Gypsies are grateful.
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