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[More St. Patrick’s Day fun here.]
It’s St. Patrick’s Day Eve Eve Eve. so let’s wear out the green.
Locals show up for impromptu performances of traditional songs at Brogan’s Bar, Ennis, County Clare, Ireland.
Selfish Murphy is a Romanian band (playing a Swedish DJ’s song with an Irish twist). “Wake me up when it’s over” was my mantra recently…
Hailing from Sydney Australia, The Rumjacks kick it with a profane but fun romp of a protest song.
Have a great weekend and we’ll see you tomorrow (unless the internet is shut down due to the mass hysteria over The Virus).
Pretty good rendition of “The Rattlin’ Bog.” It’s a tough song to sing, but I’m partial to the version sung by The Fenians. Saw them sing it live more than once, and Terry Casey never stumbled.
The O’Reillys & The Paddyhats jam it with “Barrels of Whiskey.”
The Rumjacks‘ “An Irish Pub Song” is “a piss take at the explosion of Irish Pubs in Australia and the bastardisation of a culture.”
From the lyrics posted on the Utoobage:
There’s a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub.
Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We’ll call it an Irish pub.
You get the idea. On the other hand, my favorite Irish rebel song was a broadside set to music: Nell Flaherty’s Drake. It’s got some of the best snarky curses I’ve ever read. Here’s The Clancy Brothers’ version.
This is kinda fun, too. Good story intro:
“The Night I Punched Russell Crowe.”
Have a great weekend, folks. We’ll be donning some green tomorrow.
Map and Yola song found here. Northern Ireland hadn’t been invented yet.
Dervish is awesome.
What’s St. Patrick’s Day without a tribute to the Pogues? Contrary to popular belief, frontman Shane MacGowan is not dead.
I jumped the 3rd vid to one of my favorites, Young Ned Of The Hill [full concert starts here]. It’s a traditional Irish song about one Éamonn an Chnoic. Legend says he became an outlaw after shooting a tax collector dead during a quarrel over the confiscation of a poor woman’s cow.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here soon.
[Related posts here.]
Every true Irishman knows that Saint Patrick’s Day doesn’t start at midnight. It begins at sunrise and ends at sunrise if you’re doing it right. My ancestry is Scots-Irish, which means I can drink without having to wear a kilt to play golf, and I don’t have to go to Confession afterwards.
One of The Pogues‘ classics.
Here’s another Pogues’ classic song, “Young Ned Of The Hill,” as performed by the original songwriter Ron Kavana (who didn’t write it).
This my favorite Irish Rebel Song:
Nell Flaherty’s Drake is a nice tune, but the original Broadside was pure sarcasm.
Have a great weekend, folks, and if we’re not back up on Sunday it’s due to an ongoing malware battle with a faux svchost.exe daemon.
Apparently this phrase is now verboten, untersagt & unerlabt as dictated by the Amerikanisch-faschistisches Wort Polizeii:
[Images found here, here and here. Related Archived posts here.]