If your buddy feels compelled to sing a famous Irish ballad this Saint Patrick’s Day, be a good pal and make sure he or she scraps the following ten numbers off their party pieces.
She Moved Thro’ The Fair
This old Irish melody with words written by turn-of-the-century poet Padraic Colum is, they say, a hauntingly beautiful love song. But what’s it about? Although the young girl in question has died, she comes to her sweetheart in a dream and says, “It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.”
Have a think about this. You’ve seen it somewhere before. It was a movie by Tim Burton called "Corpse Bride." It’s amazing how few people actually pay attention to what they’re hearing. Some people think this song is majestic and otherworldly, we say it’s creepier than a bookcase full of Stephen King novels.
Irish Ways And Irish Laws
This one is favored by the 2AM brigade. It’s a recitation of every major invading horde to have pillaged Ireland from the Vikings down to Cromwell. Listening to it sung, you’ll begin to feel that you’ve lived through all of that history personally. There’s quite a few verses and not much joy in sight.
A Nation Once Again
This song rhyms ‘freemen’ with ‘three men.’ That’s sufficiently criminal to get it mentioned here but there’s more to this dusty old clunker than that. Written in the early to mid-1840’s in Ireland (just before the outbreak of the great famine) this song has actually been inciting riots for hundreds of years. In the Beatles' movie "A Hard Day's Night," Paul’s grandfather begins singing it at the British police officers after they arrest him for peddling autographed pictures of the lads. What does that tell you?
The Fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry and low will lie your spirits by the time the singer gets through this buffoonery. It’s the middle of the great famine and Michael has been caught stealing food to feed his starving family. Prison ships and destitution await the young lovers. You'll feel the lonlieness and sorrow they're talking about in your bones before this one ends. Are there any Irish ballads that conclude with a happy ending?
What the hell is this song actually about? Who thought – really, who - that the tribulations of a fishmonger would make a really compelling subject for a song? They're not, as Sinead O’Connor discovered to her cost on perhaps the worst record of her entire career, the tuneless debacle called Sean Nos Nua. No matter where’s it sung Molly Malone will always seem to be echoing from someplace far away (in the very distant past) when things were in fact worse for everyone, not better.
The Fenian Record Player
It’s probably not a good idea to sing this one anywhere, ever. Here’s the opening verse:
“Wee Willie John McFadyean was a loyal Orange Prod,
And he thought that Ian Paisley was just one step down from God -
He thought they ate the childer in the backwoods of Ardoyne,
And he knew that history started with the Battle of the Boyne…”
Yes, yes, old reliable. There’s a school of thought that suggests the lyrics to this song can be discovered in Irish people’s DNA. Don’t you believe it. The lyrics were actually written by – of all things – an Englishman in 1910. Did that burst your bubble?
What do we know about the song Danny Boy? Well, we know that it has the power to bring the wildest party to a total standstill. It can reduce the most stoic Irishman to heaving sobs. It empties saloons, it breaks hearts and it ruins evenings. For the love of God tell your buddy to forgo it this year.
The Homes Of Donegal
This song has a horrendous tempo and the lyrics redefine witless. It’s all about a traveling tramp buttering up the credulous locals with creamy compliments to ensure he has free meals and a bed for the night. Only in Donegal would they still fall for that.
The Mountains of Mourne
They should have spelled it mountains of ‘mourn.’ It would have been more truthful. This is a song about an Irish emigrant in London who’s homesick and who – it must be said – is disgusted by the hordes of loose London women who, apparently, go topless when they go out. He advises his listeners in Ireland not to do the same. Right you are, and lets have a different tune while we at it, eh?
The Flower Of Magherally
Only the Irish can fill a love song with so much impending dread and sorrow that you’ll suspect the happy young couple will soon be gunned down or dispatched before the singer reaches the first chorus. So it is with The Flower Of Magherally, a love song filled with so much menace that you’re teeth will be chattering after the first line.