There are elements of my parents’ and grandparents’ lives that I am NEVER going to be able to adequately explain to my kids. Hell, I only dimly grasp some of those elements myself. But for my children, it’d be a whole different tribe. An incomprehensible one.
…Which was apparently what my parents and grandparents had in mind all along.
The Wild Rover, Dropkick Murphys
Really, a lot of this kind of music only makes full sense if you’re half drunk and not disinclined to mix it up with people, if necessary. Two conditions that are not unknown among my ancestral people.
I don’t know why I’ve never done this one before.
The Season’s Upon Us, Dropkick Murphys
Although certainly my extended Boston Irish family has a lot more couth than this.
The Irish Rover, Dropkick Murphys
HEY! These folk spring from the same place as those of my sainted ancestors. So stop oppressing my culture.
The Green Fields Of France (No Man’s Land), Dropkick Murphys
First song I learned after joining the SCA. Not this version, though.
The Green Fields Of France (No Man’s Land)
That is a hard song to do right. Some day I’m going to find the right balance to it.
The Wild Rover, Dropkick Murphys
And they wonder why the English were so happy to see as many of my ancestors leave Ireland as could possibly make the trip.
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