My dad has been a musician for longer than I've been alive. His day job involves lots of money and government projects (I used to just say he was a spy because it was sounded better) but since before I was born he has played in Irish/Folk/Bluegrass bands. He "retired" recently, but it is still a really big part of who I am. When I was little every Thursday night was band night, and all the guys would come over and rehearse. My favorite song back then was "All God's Creatures Have a Place in Choir" and I've been told that I wouldn't go to bed until they played it for me. And just to make me cry, they sang it a cappella at my wedding. His band then was named Dooley and they were regulars on the bluegrass festical circuit. Later he joined a band name Scuttlebutt that leaned more towards Irish maritime music. A little different, but just as fun.
One of my husband's earliest memories of visiting my parents is at a pub on St. Patrick's day. It was packed and my dad's band was playing. Local bagpipers were doing a bar crawl and would show up in between sets and play. My mom was filling everyone's glasses with Guinness and we all sang along to "Wild Rover". If you've never experienced Wild Rover in a pub on St. Patrick's day, then you've never really celebrated St. Patrick's day. The youtube video embedded here is performed by Dropkick Murphys. So grab a pint and sing along.
By the way, to participate properly, you pound the bar four times after the first "no nay never" of the chorus. Happy St. Patrick's Day!