Part of my "Down Home Indiana" storytelling program includes this great old ballad by Bloomington's own Hoagy Carmichael.
I love this old Scottish song about a lad who wishes he was rich enough to treat his lass as she deserves. It’s called “Gin I Were a Baron’s Heir.” Gin is a Scots word that means “if.”
A ripped-from-the-headlines poem about a little town in Scotland with a traffic problem. Yes, this is all true.
An interview I did with John Christian for his Tell Me About Your Book program.
O Danny Boy. Maybe the best-known Irish song. Some pubs won’t let it be sung because everybody starts crying.
This is about as authentically Irish as you can get. This old hymn is translated from an eighth century (or older) poem written by Irish saint. The text wasn't translated into English until the early 20th century. And then it was made into this great hymn, "Be Thou My Vision."
The Parting Glass, an Irish song of partings that is often sung at funerals.