How to get my kids to listen to "Trad" Irish music

I know this is “off topic” in the Pub (if that’s a possibility), but my older kids have found an ITrad song that they actually like. It’s Whiskey in the Jar…by Metallica :boggle: Oh what times are these…


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Be of good cheer, Izz. Depite the double outrage of it, think of this as playing with a “gateway drug”. Whistles and Paddy Fahey will not be long in following, Heaven willing.

Unless I am mistaken, Tin Lizzie did a version of that song… if you could ween them slowly from Metalica to Tin Lizzie… then you could do the same with the Clancys and Makem version… and from there… trad… well, it was worth a shot… :smiley:

“from Pyping to playing, from play to pleasure, from pleasure to slouth, from slouth to sleepe, from sleepe to sinne, from sinne to death, from death to the devill” --Stephen Gosson, 1554-1624

…and from the devill to Chyff and Fyple. :wink:

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Ain’t it the truth?

been there…done that…wanna buy a tee shirt? :laughing:

Sure! I can add it to my massive collection. :laughing:

Hey, there’s your t-shirt right there! Just change C&F’s spelling, and even I’d buy one or two.

I’d buy it too.

Play something about slacking around, or something silly.

My son (16 years old) likes The Jolly Beggarman off Dalriada Brothers Farewell to Ireland, and Finnegan’s wake. That opened his mind to allow something different than Queen, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith and such rubbish. :boggle:

TEE shirts! TEE shirts! TEE shirts! TEE shirts!

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I agreeth.

Somehow, I kneweth thou would’st. :smiley:

Yea, verily.

Thou art a piper and a churl. Shouldst thou not be a-practicing betimes? :wink:

… and forsooth.

Z’ounds man, what dwells in thy mind’s eye when thou see’st my humble offerings to this Chyff & Fypple? Yea, verily, I sit and pype and sit and type and sit and pype. Methinks thy hungering mind doth dwell too full upon thy meandering whimsy. :laughing:

Of my whimsy, an 'twere the very mustiest food, my hungering mind would of a surety make a meal of it. This I know, and my debts it payeth not. But come, let us make our fortunes: there’s a blazon’d t-shirt to be wrought.

Begorrah. Why are we speaking Elizabethan English on an ITM thread?