There’s no fool like an old fool, they say, so what happens when a bunch of oul’ coots gather together to make music? The next 20 posts may enlighten you as to the question just posed and may also, perhaps, enrage or entertain. Anything’s better than a yawn, I guess. These songs were the result of a few sessions around a table laden with alcoholic beverages of various kinds. Plonked in the centre of the table was a laptop with built-in mic that somehow survived the knocks and spillages that were part and parcel of the sessions.
Song 13: Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore– The first memorable version of this song, for me, was sung by Paul Brady, in the 1970s, I think. This emigrant ballad exerts a strange but compelling pull on the listener when sung by a good singer. I would assert that this is the case here.