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| --That's much prettier than any of you other come-all-yous. --Do you think so? asked Mr Dedalus. --I like it, said Stephen. --It's a pretty old air, said Mr Dedalus, twirling the points of his moustache. Ah, but you should have heard Mick Lacy sing it! Poor Mick Lacy! He had the little turns for it, grace notes he used to put in that I haven't got. That was the boy who could sing a come-all-you, if you like. |
| A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce |
| When he came home for his lunch one day, he switched on the wireless to hear them all laughing about The Walton Programme. They were saying that the songs on it were a load of rubbish. "Who wants to hear a bunch of old songs about bogmen sitting by turf fires?" said one young whippersnapper. "What would be your favourite programme then?" asked Terry. "Oh --Pick of the Pops!" said the whippersnapper. "That's just terrific!" "Indeed it is," cried Terry. "And now we have our own pick of the pops with the fabulous Roy Wood and Wizzard--take it away, Roy!" The Dead School, Patrick McCabe |
| Padriac What's the next line now, Mairead? (Singing) 'The moon shone down O'Connell Street...' Mairead There was nothing unhygienic about my fecking cat. Padraic (Pause) No, it's something to do with brave men perishing, I think. The Lieutenant of Inishmore, Martin McDonagh |
| Virtually any album with the word Celtic, Gaelic, ancient, soul, spirit or roots in the title should be viewed with suspicion. Rough Guide to Irish Music, Geoff Wallis & Sue Wilson |
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| "This the band, is it?... I betcha U2 are shittin' themselves." The Commitments, Mr Rabbitte |
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| He was young for a deputy governor, and he was a very good talker, one of the few lecturers I've ever listened to with pleasure. He caught me in the corridor this evening and said that he'd heard that I was a good singer. "The divil a better," said I. "Well, that makes it a lot easier for me, Paddy. I'll put you down for the concert-- Irish ballads, eh?" "I'll give you a song about burning all the Border Customs huts, both sides, on Coronation Day, if you like." "That'd be splendid, old boy, thanks a lot." Borstal Boy, Brendan Behan |
| I know the names of three or four Irish jigs; but on this occasion my memory clung exclusively to one, I suppose because it was the one I felt to be particularly inappropriate. The Irish R.M., Somerville and Ross |
| "When Jim would practice at home his father sometimes reached for the cutlery drawer and he'd rattle along on the spoons besides. Aunt Sawney would soon be banging her stick. The Rebel's Medly, she called it. For their repertoire now was wholly patriotic. "Memory of the Dead," "Wearing of the Green," "Rising of the Moon," "Boys of Wexford," and of course "A Nation" not Once but a thousand times Again. It was this last that occasioned his father's second misunderstanding with the Dublin Metropolitan Police." At Swim, Two Boys Jamie O'Neill |
| Outspan was trying to work his thumb in under a sticker, This Guitar Kills Fascists, his brother, an awful hippy, had put on it. –There’s the flush, he said. He’s comin’ back. We’ll see Jimmy later. They were in Derek’s bedroom. Ray came back in. –I was thinkin’ there, he said. –I think maybe we should have an exclamation mark, yeh know, after the second And in the name. –Wha’? –It’d be And And exclamation mark, righ’, And. It’d look deadly on the posters. Outspan said nothing while he imagined it. –What’s an explanation mark? said Derek. –Yeh know, said Ray. He drew a big one in the air. –Oh yeah, said Derek. –An’ where d’yeh want to put it again? –And And, He drew another one. –And. –Is it not supposed to go at the end? –It should go up his arse, said Outspan, picking away at the sticker. The Commitments Roddy Doyle |
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