Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Ah one of the classic songs of St. Patrick’s Day, although not one of Irish Paul’s particular favourites, it must be said. He has declined to nominate favourites as his youth was scarred by folk quoting a particular poem at him.* And he does not want a repeat, nor to hear you butcher the song.**
And no, it’s not the “Fields of Athenry” as that was only written in 1978. And neither is it “Dirty Old Town”, that’s an English folk song about Salford and not Dublin or Belfast as often assumed.
So, St. Patrick’s Day IS coming, and we’re celebrating the 2020 and 2022 iterations. It’s next Thursday we believe. And we have a day for you. Little Goat popup in the taproom, music from 2ish, dancing, beers, special cider and cocktails. We might even shovel off the patio for the hardy folk. Doors open at 1pm, food and music from 2ish!
* Stoney Grey Soil
** The song is “She Moves Through the Fair” and he’s pretty confident you won’t be able to sing it. He’s also partial to “Carickfergus”.***
*** Please don’t.
