And as I visited Dublin, one time I heard one of the natives affectionately refer to her statue, which is her and the wagon as “the tart with the cart “
I remember this song from grade school; we would sing this in music class. Hadn't heard it in years, but some reason, it stuck with me. I was only reminded of it recently, and had to find it (didn't know the name, but remembered some of the lyrics, so I went on that).
I’m 1/4 Irish and I lost some Irish family and I love this song and singing to it and my grandad loves singing this song and he is a fine man and lovely I did not know my granddad but I know he’s looking down
He certainly got replace on the same day by any id..t( youtube doesn' t like this foul language, I don't give a "care", anyway, they make enough money on me that they may pass on that, we'll see !) who would do the job. Never mind the injuries, the boss didn't pay for that . 2 month ago one of my fellow workers ( vineyard worker, pruning cleaning shoots ) got fired because he had a flu a couldn't come for two days. In France . Yeah, I know, I'm a commy, doesn't work that way now, if you want to live, you gotta get paid whatever that means, if you die soon, you'll cost less to society, so fuck you, go to work, don't complain, therer are thousands waiting behind you, if you don' t do the job just fuck off and leave ! Luckily I got no kid, no family to earn a living for so I can tell what I want, but I know how lucky I am, My hobo's two cents on that one . Peace brothers !
Was my brother’s party piece. We are English, so he apologises to any Irish in the room before the start, gets away with it though, chuckles all around!
the irish style of telling stories from the past by singing or verse generation to generation is similar to how the ancient vikings told their story from then to now❤
