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[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

{Hums}

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes...

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[nameofsorrow.livejournal.com]

The pipes are calling from glen to glen..

Such a sad, beautiful song..

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

Aye. But oddly comforting.

[nameofsorrow.livejournal.com]

Yes, that too.. Hums the melody a bit more.

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

'Specially in a pub full of drunk arses, it is. {Hums with her}

[nameofsorrow.livejournal.com]

Chuckles. I can imagine it would be especially then, yes.

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

Get 'em all singing it? Sounds like one hell of a melody. {Smirks}

[seeyaaroundthen.livejournal.com]

*hums along*

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

..The pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.

[seeyaaroundthen.livejournal.com]

Sad and soothing song. Tis one of me favorites.

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

Aye. Tis one of me favorites, as well. Me Da' loved it, guess I took it from 'im.

[seeyaaroundthen.livejournal.com]

Sorry should introduce meself. William Gallagher.

Aye me da loved it as well, used to sing it though not so good after a few pints.

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

Pleasure. Aidan Fitzpatrick.

Aye. Always sounds so crisp after a few pints. {Chuckles}

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

are calling . . .
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the leaves are falling. . .

*Laughs.*

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

Tis you, Tis you must go and I must bide.


{Claps] Lovely, lass, lovely.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

*Bows deeply.* Thank you, thank you.

I learned that song real quick after a couple of pints, I sound much better drunk.

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

Aye. As do I. Would ye like a drink?

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

Hell yes! No need to ask twice.

[lir-daughter.livejournal.com]

Little touch of Irish I have not heard in a while. Pretty.

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

I hear it all the time, lass. Hard to get away from it.

[lir-daughter.livejournal.com]

You do? Where are you hearing it?

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

I run a pub. An authentic Irish pub.

[lir-daughter.livejournal.com]

Oh that makes a lot of sense, now. Where about is the pub?

[iceddiamond.livejournal.com]

Jesus, man, don't you know any other songs? I'm so glad most of the bars in Boston outlaw that thing on St. Patty's day. I like my Guinness without a side of cliché.

[drunkirishpride.livejournal.com]

Aye! But it's a classic.

[iceddiamond.livejournal.com]

Right.

Not everything old ought to be new again.