Top o' marnin fockers. My name ends in a vowel, but I do have some Irish in me. But if it wasn't for you crazy khunts* I might not have known this song. Get day drunk and head butt something today. [video=youtube;k7lnED8hSBY]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7lnED8hSBY[/video]
I'm Shipping Up To Boston - Dropkick Murphys [video=youtube;x-64CaD8GXw]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-64CaD8GXw[/video]
[video=youtube;TOZHwWFjb30]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOZHwWFjb30&sns=em[/video] Slainte! Now we need some wolftones
Faugh a Ballagh! The Fighting 69th Michael O'Corcoran, a son of Cork He enlisted as a Private in the 69th New York Militia. By 1859 he was appointed colonel of the regiment. The regiment was a state militia unit at that time composed of citizens, not soldiers, and was involved in the maintenance of public order. On October 11, 1860, Colonel Corcoran refused to march the regiment on parade for the 19-year-old Prince of Wales, who was visiting New York City at the time, protesting the British imposition of the Irish Famine. Corcoran was removed from command and a court martial was pending over that matter when the Civil Warbegan. If it weren't for Sandblaster's ancestor's rabble rousing, I probably wouldn't be here. ...With the outbreak of war, the court martial was dropped and Corcoran was restored to his command... "One half of my heart is Erin's, and the other half is America's. God bless America, and ever preserve her the asylum of all the oppressed of the earth, is the sincere prayer of my heart."
[video=youtube;FVgUZyKXjpE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVgUZyKXjpE[/video] Forgot about these guys...
Properé Application of Poetry Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's philosophies He had but these few clear and simple words to say I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I have cursed, bled and sworn Jumped bail and landed up in jail Life has often tried to stretch me But the rope always was slack And now that I've a pile I'll go down to the Chelsea I'll walk in on my feet But I'll leave there on my back Because I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Oh the words that he spoke Seemed the wisest of philosophies There's nothing ever gained By a wet thing called a tear When the world is too dark And I need the light inside of me I'll walk into a bar And drink fifteen pints of beer I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing -Shane MacGowan
Best St. Pattty's day I can sorta remember was my senior year of college 1985. St. Patty's was on a Friday then, too. Me and my buddies closed down the bars Thursday night grabbed some food and an hour of sleep then stood in line @ 6:00 AM for free beer for an hour, then a nickle a beer for an hour and so on... I left when the beers got up to a quarter... Too rich for my blood... The rest of the weekend? I don't recall...
In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to G-D. Yes Father?!? The Almighty says, "shut yer fahckin gob and have some Tullamore D.E.W." [video=youtube;YPaz0p2dpEk]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPaz0p2dpEk&sns=em[/video]