Saturday, July 23, 2011

Of blogger hospitality and my wife

Miss D. has made it to Indianapolis, only a few hours from home! She's covered about 3,500 miles of her 4,000-mile journey from Alaska. I can hardly wait to give her an enormous hug when she lands here sometime next week (her arrival is subject to the whims of the weather).

She'll be staying with Brigid for a day or two, to get over the long flights of the last few days, and then head South, joining Daddy Bear and his lovely lady for a brief visit en route to me. However, I'm a bit worried. Brigid seems to have plans for her . . .

And Peter, don't you worry about us, two female pilots, weapons, wine, a dog and a cheesecake.What trouble could we get into? Really, any stories you hear about two females who smell like aviation fuel and bacon singing sea shanties at the local Irish pub. Just rumour.

Uh-huh. Sea shanties in an Irish pub? I'm doomed . . .

Still, far be it from me to begrudge Brigid and Miss D. a bit of fun. In fact, I think I can help out, despite being several hundred miles south of them. I'll provide the soundtrack for their revels! Let's start with two groups we've encountered before in these pages: Show Of Hands and Fisherman's Friends. They got together in the Royal Albert Hall, London, for this rendition of the famous sea shanty "South Australia".

OK, that's got the ladies warmed up. Let's move to another shanty, one that goes with being in an Irish pub. How about the Irish Rovers and "Drunken Sailor"?

(I should note that this is a heavily expurgated version. I've sung the 'real' one in seagoing bars before now. It's not fit for family consumption, and YouTube doesn't have a version of it, so you're safe . . . for the time being!)

OK. If a sailor gets drunk, alcohol is (usually) involved; so let's stay with the Irish Rovers as they sing to us about "Whiskey In The Jar".

And to conclude (before the ladies' hangovers get too oppressive), here's the Irish Rovers poking a bit of fun at one of their Scots counterparts, Donald, who seems to have lost his trousers.

Will that be enough to keep you going, Brigid?



Anonymous said...

Bollix and beer?

Shaggin sheep don't mean your queer.

Right Laddie?

John Peddie (Toronto) said...

Peter, you don't know what you've done with all that, nor the memories it brings back.

Those very songs (and others NSFW), sitting in a circle on the beach, blazing fire, guitars, and a case of beer chilling a few feet offshore in Lake Ontario.

The Irish Rovers was formed in Toronto by Irish ex-pats, and had many national TV appearances here, and regular series of their own.

Adopted local boyos, you might say, and we tried to do them proud at 2 a.m. One of our favourites.

Ahhhh...high school years.

Wait! There was a school ???

Old NFO said...

Very nice Peter, those DO bring back memories of a certain det to that part of the British Isles... :-)

Dad29 said...

Or you could go with the subtitled "Yo Ho Ho" done by Roger Wagner's Men's Chorus:

Anonymous said...

That last picture... It answers that question: "what is it that a Scotsman wears under his kilt?" pretty well, doesn't it?

Not Irish, but one of my Dad's favorites...

David said...

Don't forget "Barrett's Privateers"!

Anonymous said...

And also Traighli Bay, which is a song about successful pirates.

If the link doesn't work:

Song begins about 1m25s in, but the preamble is amusing too.