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Ode to the Irish Pub (Ode) by mindsigns Over in Kinsale
the band began to wail
the drinks were flowing freely
to the different types of people
who've come in to share a jar
or to keep their troubles far
where a pint might make a difference
in every reminiscence.
Well, we're drinking and we're drinking
we're drowning and we're thinking
that this night might last forever
and no more nasty weather
with our pockets full of holes
as we gather down the dole
The women are in protest
for their lack of beauty rest.
Raise your hand if you are sober
then we'll bring another over
you don't want to be left out
from this lovely Irish stout.
Let us toast our merry glasses
and try not to act like asses
because we're Irish and we're proud
but we're getting rather loud
singing..
"We drink to live, we drink to die
we drink to laugh and cry
we drink to O'Kenary
and the lonely passerby
we drink and dance to old romance
we drink for loved ones lost.
Drink up to all those memories
no matter what the cost."
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Posted: July 24, 2006 10:11 PM PDT; Last modified: July 24, 2006 10:11 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.2241178 Overall Rank: 4308 Comments:
The Irish are the most overrated bunch of cunts in the whole world. The U.S. has two causes as far as I can see the Jews and the Irish. Both are a bunch of selfish fuckwits with a persecution complex. Both are money grabbing but the Irish have the differentiator of being alcoholic pikeys who make their money by building road whilst the Jews are better at building walls. I absolutely detest any lionisation of a romantic Ireland that quite honestly doesn't exist. The Irish are a bloated bunch of uncultured pisshead estate agents trying to turn Ireland into a gigantic mass of concrete. If James Joyce were in Dublin today he would not recognise it as the Irish try, in a distinctly pikey manner, to instil a class system and copy the Yuppie habits of their more successful, talented neighbours the Welsh.
Who the hell overrates the Irish, besides maybe the Irish?
Someone so threatened by them he writes long diatribes with no basis beyond gut or feeling.
You know Dovina you really are dense. You wander around the site like a bitter, deranged old hag without the ability to do anything apart from piss herself.
Given the bulging amount of facts in your comment below, virtually brimming with your deep understanding of modern Eire whilst still managing to squeeze in your normal bilge about potato famine, laced with the normal dispersal of highly suggestive adjectives like "dangerous", I can't help but think there is a demand for a bit of gut and feeling in the construction of a debate over the Irish. In my experience of Ireland they are all greasy pikeys on the make with a view to building over everything.
I think you're mixing the Scottish with the Irish. The Irish are simple living blue collar drunks who like to fight, sing and be as white as humanly possible. The Scotts are more like a mix of Irish and Jew. How do I know? I'm Scottish and Irish.
The Scottish are usually too strung out on Tennants and Smack to build on anything, instead they invite the English to build their homes for them. Whilst the Irish will gladly tarmac over anything as long as they get paid by Europe.
I know this is a big generalisation and does not have enough factual reference points for Dovina, but the Irish "tiger" economy is increasing the number of white collar "professionals" who fancy their chances at a bit of social mountaineering. The misapprehension that primarily, but not exclusively, the Americans cling to, like a pair of 3-day old pants, is that the Irish are all Blarney talking, cheerful chaps who sing and dance and carouse. When they are actually a bunch of nasty bastards.
I don't know about Ireland's Irish or Scotland's Scottish and I won't pretend to preach about things I have no direct experience with but one of the great things about America is that every nationality has the opportunity to live up to and exploit every one of their racial stereotypes to the fullest.
This is a folk song. Folk songs always romanticise whatever they're talking about. That's the whole fucking point of them - to create an image of something which people don't have access to. In this case it's about national identity to people who don't live in their homeland. Criticising a folk song for not being factually accurate is like saying that Kipling didn't know what it takes to be a man. You don't need to treat triumph and disaster the same, you're just as much a man if you have seven children, never do a day's work, and get your picture printed in the Sun.
Ah, Kinsale, of Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, a hill town with narrow streets beside a harbor. Itâs mostly pubs, restaurants and tourists today, but it was the last outpost for ships about to attempt the dangerous Atlantic crossings during the potato famine. And to sit there in a pub with tipper tipping against a bodran, singing Red-head Mary, Guinness in hand, yes, it makes the world go away. Youâve captured it well.
You can't possibly be Irish.
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Super.