Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra…
oops sorry, must be on the wrong page of my drunken Irish music book.
When Irish spiders are smiling. . .
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Spider Woman, you’re nuts. 
That’s cool.
I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the hand,
Said he “How is old Ireland and how does she stand?”
Said he “How is old Ireland and how does she stand?”
“She’s the most distressful country that ever could be seen,
For they’re hanging men and women for the wearin’ o’ the green.”
(I’m listening to the midi right now…)
"Then since the colour we must wear is England’s cruel red,
No Irishman must now forget the blood that has been shed…
(GREAT Link!!!)
-how can I hear the songs?
They may take the shamrock from our breasts and cast it on the sod,
But it will take root where’er it rests though underfoot it’s trod.
(Dirty English K-niggets!)
Paul McYounger
I’m a maniac, a maniac on the dance floor…
[sub]taking liberties because SPD is almost over…[/sub]
When the law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow,
And when the leaves in summertime their colours daren’t show,
Then I’ll take down the shamrock that I wear on Paddy’s e’en,
But until that day I’ll live and die still wearin’ o’ the green.
Love you guys…and my MP3 collection.
… and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
Ok, it’s not a St. Patty’s Day song… not an Irish song per se, but it IS by The Pogues. To me, it’s a wonderful Irish song, and very sad. Gets me as much as “Danny Boy” does… <grin>
So if you know it, chime in! If not, I’ll add another line tomorrow… “A Fairytale in New York”:
It was Christmas Eve, babe…
In the drunk tank…
An old man said said to me…
“Won’t see another one.”
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
I think Shane should have re-used “twenty fucking five to one”
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They’ve got cars as big as bars
they’ve got rivers of gold
but they wind goes right through you
it’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
on that cold Christmas Eve
you promised me Broadway
was waiting for me
(lights a candle for Kristy 
)
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singin’ “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
lying there almost dead on a drip
In that bed
You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last
He: I could have been someone
She: Well so could anyone, You took my dreams from me when I first found you.
He: I kept them with me babe, I put them with my own, can’t make it all alone, I built my dreams around you
Together: The boys in the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay and the bells are still ringing out for Christmas Day.
RIP Kirsty and Sandy Denny as well.
In memory of Sandy…
I forbid you maiden all that wear gold in your to travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there…