Every Sunday after Church (church with a capitol 'C'), lunch or dinner was served in our Irish/Polish house to the tunes of The Irish Rovers. Mom and Dad must have had a dozen LPs. They would stack them up on the Magnavox console record player and it was either endure it or go to your room for a bit of peace and quiet. After 15 years of this ritual, every damned Irish Rover song has been burned into my brain.
I will get the significant other to look up the origins of this particular song. She is an internet search wizard extraordinare.
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