I asked Ronnie Drew for his autograph for my 6 year old son who loved him.Standing on O’Connell Bridge,the smell of the Liffey.He told me He would swop his signature for my phone number in a purely humorous manner.I dance down the street.His eyes were mesmerising .RIP Ronnie,so many Irish Musicians and friends together in Heaven.💚🙏🏻
jemielnic lol what world do you live in, even the lgbtq folks in the mainstream are controlled and profited from by white cis males in control of the music industry, and idk of any mainstream musicians that are trans, especially not qtpoc.
What stands out for me is the respect each musician has for each other, the way they watch to support and to hand over to each other, and the joy in them to be working as one.
Anyone else there when the pogues couldn’t play in Glasgow at the concert hall because they were so pished, so they had to come back 2 hours later once they sobered up a bit. What a fucking night they were so good 😂
I'm not Irish so I don't know. But it must be an Irish thing since both of them are doing it; being different generations it's the only common thing they have on stage visualy.
Amazon performance. They are enjoying so much. Shane is such an amazing singer. My dad loved The Pogues. Many memories when he played these songs. RIP Dad and Shane.
I grew up listening to Irish music my grandfather was from wexford, mam played this all the time, along her and grandfather doing Irish dancing, happy days 💥💥👏👏
Being born on St Patrick's day, I have often spent my birthday in Irish Taverns. I also have worked and lived in Dublin during the two months of summer 2000. Spent an evening at the tavern on top of Sugar hill. Yes, Irish people is very warm friendly and funny. LONG LIVE IRELAND !
I am 44 now and clearly remember seeing this as an 8 year old and being blown away by the sound, the solidness of Ronnie the anarchy of Shane together making beautiful Irish music still sounds so good today ❤
My childhood was filled with memories of my Grandfather listening to The Pogues and the Dubliners, I used to love sitting with him listening along. He passed away a couple months ago, but this music will always keep him alive in spirit.
Same here, my papa used to give me a shandy an a nip on a Friday and he put the rebel tunes on and we had a blast, wish i could have one more night to spend with him,, miss him so much,, true Republican.... Tioc faidh ar la....
I have always loved the Pogues, and who cares about his teeth? The man is drop dead gorgeous in my book. What a talented musician! Every single last one of the musicians here are wonderful, but I definitely have a crush on handsome Shane!
Saw them do this at the Brighton Centre gig in 1988 and Kirsty McColl was up there too. I've been to hundreds of gigs in my 57 years but this was surely the best of the lot
two of the best groups ever together - Ronnie Drew with the wonderful voice and all seeing eyes and the heart and soul of Shane McGowan Hail the pogues and the Rovers.
Living in Kilburn in the 80s whilst walking past Biddy Mulligans Pub on a Sunday midday lunch session after Mass at the Sacred Heart Church this song was always blasting from a band in the pub . Loved it people walking bye doing a little jig . Memories Kilburn alive everyday so many Pubs bringing the High Road to life .
ImagineRonnie Drew as a young man and him wooing a young girl. She'd get lost in his eyes. They're so blue like a ahimmering pool. Also, what a tune this was.
As a music fan i can say this is one of the few live performance you will ever see in which the artists are actually having a blast. Seeing the dubs the legends they are enjoying themselves playing with a new style of music is amazing. And the pogues! The look on Shanes face in the last verse when he realises a legend like Ronnie wants him to join in is amazing. They are all brilliant.
This song was played at my uncles funeral.... when it started playing we were outside the crematorium about to carry his coffin in for the short ceremony that would happen there..... they had it blaring.... could see people other side of the graveyard the crematorium was located in look over in our direction to see what was going on... a bit shocked..... some of the family hid their faces in embarrassment mortified at the song choice (but laughing at the same time). the place was hoping like a pub in a lockin blaring this song..... everyone was laughing and smiling... funeral directors, even the priest too outside with us were struggling to hold their composure as we all walked in to the chapel..... never seen a funeral start like that before.... (we balanced it out with a poem to the lonesome boatman by the fureys at the end - but still what a way to go out lol)
My sister's last wish was her brothers make a toast at her grave before lowering her. As we were pouring shots, one thing led to another and the entire crowded ended up under the awning with dixie cup shots in their hands, laughing and toasting. Only my sister could get us to bartend graveside. She was one of a kind. Peace be with you, Dana. See ya' soon.
This is a lovely mix of young musicians and not so young all piling into the song with no trouble and the two singers slotting in micely. All of them were in the groove
Same here. I'm belgian and was a student of DIT in Dublin in 1995 and I saw almost every town between Dublin, Belfast, Donegal and Galway. Best year of my life.
God I wish I had a high quality MP3/FLAC of this exact version. I had the screen off hearing this and I thought the dude at the start was Graham Norton. This must be the 50th time I have played this video lol, what an absolute classic, drunk or sober.
On the fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts And they called her The Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of bone We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails We had four million barrels of stone We had five million dogs, six million hogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides In the hold of The Irish Rover There was ole Mickey Coote, who played hard on his flute When the ladies'd line up for a set He was tootlin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille 'Till the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his smart, witty talk, he was cock of the walk And he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance That he sailed in The Irish Rover There was Barney McGee, from the banks of the Lee There was Hogan, from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper on The Irish Rover For a sailor, it's always a bother of life It's so lonesome by night and by day That he longs for the shore, and a pretty young whore Who will melt all his troubles away All the noise, and the rout, swillin' poitin and stout For him, soon it's done and over Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid An old salt from The Irish Rover We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog And the whale of a crew was reduced down to two Myself and the captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around, then the poor old dog was drowned (2, 3!) I'm the last of The Irish Rover!
This song reminds me of my great grandmother and me grandfather. Came to the United states when she was a little girl and moved to New york, from Ireland. She was an orphan and lived at a convent with nuns and set the wave for my family to be formed when she met my great grandfather during Workd War 1. He passed away when my father was little. So I never meet him. I did know her she passed away when i was little but she was so beautiful, such an elegant woman full of amazing beauty. She was 103 when she passed , and was sharp as a tack. This song always reminds me of her. It always brings a tear of joy to my eyes.
Anyone who despises the British government and its corrupt royal family can delight in this tune. From the indentured servants of La Georgie who sailed here from the galleys out of Old Bailey, to our heroic French liberators, to the free citizens of Baltimore who stood down these bloody bastards in 1812, to our new friends from the Indian Subcontinent who like Eire choked under the wretched tyranny of Perfidious Albion, May that tyrannical plutocracy of racist bigots soon meet their long deserved demise. 🇺🇸🇮🇪🇫🇷 #1776 #1789
music like this makes all modern day music seem pointless. I hope im wrong and amazing live music like this makes a come back. What an incredible video!
