Yech! Now I'm going to have this particular crying-into-your-Guinness song going through my head for the remainder of the day (past experience has taught me that 'God grant you glory, braaaaaave father Murphy' is the point at which the maudlin-o-meter hits its high point).
Of course, this leaves the way open for the other rebel songs that made their way to Aussie sod, and which I've sung down on at the Rocks in the Orient and...gosh, has been to long, was the other Irish pub the 'Mercantile'? Am always willing to launch into a round of 'The Wearing of the Green' (or the Oz ballad 'The Kelly Gang', sung to the same tune) or 'A Nation Once Again'.
Ack! "Walzing Matilda" requires a translation of its own ('Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong/Under the shade of a Coolibah tree'). These days I only sing it while with a mob of fellow ex-pats...usually it's preceeded by or followed up with a round or two of 'Thunder Down Under' ('I come from a land down under/where beer does flow and men chunder/Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder/You better run, you better take cover').
Certain members of the board might also recall a version of 'You're going home in the back of a divvy van' given in NY last year by myself and a Melbourne member of the forum. There's something about being on foreign sod and meeting up with a fellow countryperson that unleases the Ocker in any Australian.
Senan doesn't live here anymore. He moved. He has a new home and new address somebody sold to him from somewhere. You can find him elsewhere doing something else, God only knows. I would imagine those bars keep him mighty busy. But the link you posted of the postcards were great photos! How I'd like to make great big paintings out of them and hang them on my walls! I'm not a painter but some nice person out there who wants to be generous could paint me one.... And I wondered myself what liner they were headed towards.