I thought they were all rolling joints when I first glanced at it 
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Or playing xbox.
Well thatās particularly what I was referring to
Lynch is the living image of his mother.
Cian Lynch is the furthest thing from a roaster you could get ffs 
Jesus.
Nordie roasters are special breed.
āThe only thing thatāll love you sonās your motherā
Unreal.
Mayo has the highest percentage of roaster per capita than any place in the western world.
Kilkelly is one of my party pieces, never been there though
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Mayo has the highest percentage of roaster per capita than any place in the western world.
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Youāre getting into the spirit of the thread I read, dodgy.
The Monaghan Jiving Championship 
A sad song, but flows along nicelyā¦
Kilkelly Ireland 1860, my dear and loving son John
You good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara
So kind to write these words down
And your brothers have all gone to find work in England
The house is so lonely and sad
The crop of potatoes is sorely effected
The third to a half of them bad
And your sister Bridget and Patrick OāDonald
Are going to be married in June
Mother says not to work on the railroad
Bs sure to come on home soon
Kilkelly Ireland 1870, my dear and loving son John
Hello to your missus and to your four children
And may they grow healthy and strong
And Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble
I suppose that he never will learn
Because of the dampness, thereās no turf to speak of
And so we have nothing to burn
And Bridget sheās happy to name the child for them
Although she has six of her own
You say youāve found work but you donāt say what kind
When will you come on home
Kilkelly Ireland 1880, Dear Michael and John my sons
Iām Sorry to give you the very sad news
That your dear old mother passed on
And we buried her down at the church in Kilkelly
Your brothers and Bridget were there
You donāt have to worry, she died very peaceful
Remember her in your prayers
And itās good to hear that Michaelās returning
With money heās sure to buy land
The crops have all failed and people are selling
For any price that they can
Kilkelly Ireland 1890 my dear and loving son John
I suppose that I must be close on to eighty
Itās thirty years since youāve gone
And Because of all the money you sent me
Iām still living out on my own
Michael has built himself a fine house
And Bridget daughters have grown
And thank you for sending the family picture
Such lovely young women and men
They say that you might even come for a visit
What a joy to see you again
Kilkelly Ireland 1892, my dear brother John
Iām sorry I didnāt write sooner to tell you
The dear old father has gone
He was living with Bridget, they say he was cheerful
And happy right up to the end
I wish you had seen him play with the grandchildren
Of Pat McNamara your friend
And we buried him down alongside of mother
Down at Kilkelly churchyard
He was a strong and a feisty old man
Considering his life was so hard
And itās funny the way he kept asking about you
He called for you at the end
Why donāt you think about coming to visit?
Weād all love to see you again
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Itās a shit song in fairness. You can tell it was written by a Yank who was trying too hard to sound Oirish.
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+1. Utter scutter. āa strong and feisty old manā. FFS.
Them lads are clearly off their heads on yokes
Some workout all the same.
To be honest I wasnāt that gone on it myself, the mother loves it so I learned it on guitar before a family wedding, Iām a very limited player but itās easy enough. It went down a treat so Iāve given it a few more blasts since, I believe it is based on real letters that were found.