A happy St. Patrick’s Day to yis from Arthur McBride, Paul Brady and meself. Paul still has this one nailed four decades later. And here’s a livelier version of the same tune, by Planxty circa 1973.
Someone who is not dancing a jig this morning is Andrew McCabe, who has gotten the heave-ho from the FBI. Quite the happy-birthday present from Il Douche.
I imagine McCabe would love to have a trusty shillelagh with which to come over someone’s head. And who knows? P’raps he does so.
Tags: Andy Irvine, Paul Brady, Planxty, St. Patrick's Day
March 17, 2018 at 9:51 am |
From one Patrick to another, happy St. Pat’s day to you. Time for me to get the stew going for the potluck this afternoon. I will put a Tums and Gas-X in my pocket for dessert.
March 17, 2018 at 9:59 am |
Back atcha, lad. Happily, we still have some green chile stew. So the wearing of the green will be both external and internal.
The eatin’ of the green
March 17, 2018 at 11:58 am |
Enjoy.
March 17, 2018 at 7:36 pm |
All..O’Rothschild…Donegal-y…Today!!!..Cheers
March 19, 2018 at 6:27 am |
thanks for the song. i’ve never heard of that guy or that song before.
March 19, 2018 at 6:35 am |
You’re welcome, Carl. Paul Brady has been playing music forever, seems like. I first encountered him via the Irish group Planxty, then saw him and Andy Irvine perform at a small venue in Corvallis back in the early Eighties. Helluva musician, no?