England 1957: my English born but Catholic grandmother died; her husband, a Protestant wirh many generations of English history died over a decade lster and there were problems getting him buried in the same grave. This song reminded me of the way things were.
One of the best shows that the CBC ever put on versus some of the crap that they put on today. Our next federal government will straighten out their spending issues, post Liberal government.
esumen Letras Vídeos Escuchar Otras grabaciones Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green. My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he. My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she. They were married in two churches, lived happily enough, Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough. Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green. Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car, To be made a little Orangeman, me father's shining star. I was christened "David Anthony, " but still, inspite of that, To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat. Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green. With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll. Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul. For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was. Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green. One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me. Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea. We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight. And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight. Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green. My parents never could agree about my type of school. My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool. They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green. Oh it is the biggest mix up that you have ever seen My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green. Yes it is the biggest mix up that you have ever seen My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.
In 1992 I drove from Anaheim, California to Vancouver, BC with a trip to 'The Unicorn', the tavern owned by the Irish Rovers, as my goal. I got there mid-day when the place was empty. I sat at the bar anyway and had lunch. After a while, Jimmy Ferguson came in and sat about 6 stools away from me. I *really* wanted to say hello. I looked over, but he had that 'Don't recognize me' look that celebrities sometimes get... He had his drink and walked out, and I finished my lunch. The bartender told me The Irish Rovers were due to play there that night. But I had to drive back to Seattle right away. Absolutely wrenching to not be able to stay. But I *can* say that I had lunch (kinda) with Jimmy Ferguson!
My Mamaw would play this in the car I didn't know it about the troubles And I have irish ancestry from both northern Ireland And ireland it's a little complicated
