Thank you, Sherwood, for this joyful Irish ditty posted on yer blog this ayem. In the grand tradition of the Dwyers (whose name variously means "tribe of the horse gatherers"), I'm pinching it for Xtreme English. This one's for all my relatives & friends, who of course include Carroll, Flanigan, O'Connor, Feeney, Kinsella, and Brush (ye ARE Irish, are ye not, Juana?). If I've missed anyone, tsk:
And he's the last of the black Irish!!!!! What a hoot!!!! I needed that!!!! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteYes, marvelous. And remember I was the first one who said it: Barack O'bama. And I had to tell my students that it was a spelling error! Now I can tell 'em it was da simple truth.
ReplyDeleteCathy
An oi fort dat black Oirish was a Guinness!
ReplyDeleteFaith and begorrah - me grandmither's name was Carrigan, don't cha know?
ReplyDeleteJane
Your comment on my blog today had me captivated. How wonderful to read your summation of life at that point. I look forward to a long and literary fulfilling relationship.
ReplyDeleteOh, my second CI failed to produce sound, so electrodes were re-implanted 2 weeks ago.
Activation is on Tuesday.
Warmest,
David
kay: oh, the black irish will be goin on....can't stop em...
ReplyDeletecathy: you were right! again!!
stu: guinness is black, i'll say that much for it.
jane: carrigan! a foin name!!
dave: tsk...don't get your hopes up. i'm not the least literary. but we can dish dirt about our CIs...what kind do you have?
HAH! I'm tickled that you "pinched" something from my humble screed for inclusion in Xtreme English... especially since I pinched it from Ft. Harrington's special friend, Lucile, who, in turn, filched it from God-knows-where. (The venue where this particular version of the pub song was recorded was the Plough and Stars in Berkeley, California. Love those damn' hippie socialist libruls, eh?)
ReplyDeleteFirst time here. Great video.
ReplyDeleteLove the video - and it's from the brown hills of California, no less!
ReplyDeleteThe D.N.