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A Happy St. Patrick’s Day To All You Rocketeers!!!

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Just a little Irish humor on this most wonderful of Holy Days.

In Boston we take our St. Patrick’s Day celebrations very seriously. This “most Irish of all American cities” celebrated with a paid holiday for all City of Boston municipal employees and Massachusetts state employees. You see, Boston political offices and the city payroll were dominated by the Irish for the past 150 years or so and those folks wanted a day-off to celebrate the Patron Saint of Ireland’s special day in a big way. Problem was, that whole “separation of church and state” thing. Not to be dissuaded however, the Irish did a little bit of historical research and sure and begorra they discovered that March 17th was the day in 1776 that British forces evacuated the city following the Siege of Boston. This was great news because they could now pass a law commemorating “Evacuation Day” as a legitimate paid holiday. As a nod to the true intent of their action however, the signatures on the bill were in green ink.

All good things however, must come to an end. In 2010, the state legislature debated eliminating Evacuation Day as an official holiday, citing the expense of giving state and local workers paid days off. The state’s FY2011 budget requires all state and municipal offices in Suffolk County be open on both days.

Lynnrockets however, is self employed and consequently the day shall be free for imbibing!

Until I return tomorrow, please enjoy some fine non-traditional Irish music and maybe a Guinness or two as well…

Sláinte!

Tuesday Night Irish Music Byte

Irish Music week continues…

Dropkick Murphys are an American Celtic punk band formed in Quincy, Massachusetts. First playing together in the basement of a friend’s barbershop, they blended traditional folk rock and punk rock known as Celtic punk. Their influences include Stiff Little Fingers, The Pogues, The Clash, Thin Lizzy, The Dubliners, Hot Water Music, and the Swingin’ Utters.

Tonight’s video clip is the Dropkick Murphys playing the traditional Irish ballad  “Black Velvet Band” at a live performance in Boston on St. Patrick’s Day a few year’s back. We have provided the lyrics because we understand how difficult it can be for some of you to understand a Boston/Irish accent while screamed in traditional punk rock fashion. We have also provided a video clip of the more traditional Irish Rovers playing the same song so as not to offend you traditionalists. Please enjoy!

BLACK VELVET BAND

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You’d think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound.
And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town.
But bad misfortune came o’er me, and caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations. They follow the black velvet band.

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You’d think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

Well, I went out strolling one evening, not meaning to go very far,
When I met with a frolicksome damsel. She was selling her trade in the bar.
A watch she took from a customer, and slipped it right into my hand.
Then the law came and put me in prison.
Bad luck to her black velvet band!

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You’d think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

Next morning, before judge and jury, for trial I had to appear.
And the judge, he said “my young fellow, the case against you is quite clear.
And seven long years is your sentence. You’re going to Van Diemen’s Land,
Far away from your friends and relations. They follow the black velvet band.”

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You’d think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

Now, come all ye jolly young fellows, I’ll have you take warning by me.
And whenever you’re out on the liquor, my lads, beware of the pretty colleens.
For they’ll fill you with whiskey and porter, til you are not able to stand.
And the very next thing that you know, my lads, you’ve landed in Van Diemen’s
Land.

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You’d think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band

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