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Happy Fathers Day

By Patrick Van Roy On June 16th, 2019

Today in the U.S. it is fathers day. A day where those of us men with children are honored. I would like to wish all the Fathers of ATW a very Happy Fathers Day.

I couldn’t find a good song for fathers…. so I picked a song that reminds me of my Father.

Post a song that reminds you of yours

10 Responses to “Happy Fathers Day”

  1. My father’s 20th anniversary was in January of this year and to this day these two songs still bring a lump to my throat:



    Happy Father’s Day to all those fathers who take their responsibilities seriously and deserve the honour of being called father, da, dad, pops etc.

  2. Amen Brother

  3. It’s Father’s Day here as well.

    This is my Da singing, a song he is well remembered for in Belfast and beyond. An Draighneann Donn, or the Brown/Blackthorn, is about a man who goes to the fair and meets a girl. They spend the day under a blackthorn, talking, and he promises to come back for her, but doesn’t. A year later, the girl hears about a proposed marriage, and realises it’s the man she met and fell in love with. She goes to the house where the pre-marriage ceremony is taking place. She is disguised as a traveller, and tradition demands that if a traveller woman comes to your house, you must offer her a drink. He does so, and she slips the ring he had given her into the empty glass, telling him she received a gift from a handsome boy on the day of the fair,
    “Fuaireas féirín lá aonaigh ó bhuachaill deas,”

    When he realises who she is, he leaves his betrothed to be with her.
    He sang this all the time, and before he died, we sang it to him as we sat around his bed.
    I can’t listen to it without choking up. I sat by his grave today and myself and herself shared a small glass of Powers Whiskey with him.


    Happy Father’s Day.

  4. Incredible, Seimi. Is that really your dad Seán?

    He has the true traditional voice and the true traditional style. That’s as close to perfect as you can get. Very well done.


    This is my dad, a poem by RS Thomas. Almost every word is my father up to the day he died, after working out on his hill in Cavan.
    There used to be a photo of a man, a farmer on a hill, somewhere on the Internet together with this poem. Alas, like my dad, now gone. But the man in the photo even looked like my father.
    And if anyone grieved for him, he’d growl and say “Kick my arse!”

    Job Davies, eighty-five
    Winters old, and still alive
    After the slow poison
    And treachery of the seasons.

    Miserable? Kick my arse!
    It needs more than the rain’s hearse,
    Wind-drawn to pull me off
    The great perch of my laugh.

    What’s living but courage?
    Paunch full of hot porridge
    Nerves strengthened with tea,
    Peat-black, dawn found me

    Mowing where the grass grew,
    Bearded with golden dew.
    Rhythm of the long scythe
    Kept this tall frame lithe

    What to do? Stay green.
    Never mind the machine,
    Whose fuel is human souls
    Live large, man, and dream small.

  5. What I would give to hear my father’s voice again! Dad has been gone four and thirty years now.

  6. it’s hard ain’t it Charles…. I’ve have more time on this earth without my father than I had time with him.

    I was thinking about that earlier.

  7. Incredible, Seimi. Is that really your dad Seán?

    Yeah, Noel, that’s him. We’re very fortunate to have a lot of recordings of his singing. He knew literally hundreds of songs, In English, Irish, Scots Gaelic and even one or two in Manx.
    He used to teach a few classes, ostensibly song classes (not singing – he never considered himself as a singer, just someone who knew songs), but you learned so much more – it was a grammar class, a history class, a cultural lesson, or maybe even an explanation of colloquialism in the Irish language, where he would explain that you could tell that a particular song came from South Armagh, rather than North Monaghan, simply because of a particular turn of phrase used in the lyrics. He really was the smartest, most well-read, non-qualified (he had 2 A Levels which he got when he was an adult) man I have ever known.

  8. He really was the smartest, most well-read, non-qualified (he had 2 A Levels which he got when he was an adult) man I have ever known.

    Yep. I’ll second that. He really, really loved learning.

  9. Well said, all. I love being a Dad and had a great day yesterday…but miss my own terribly. That stupid JCB song came on the car radio and I got something in my eye(s). God help me if Field of Dreams ever pops up on the tele.

  10. I wouldn’t expect a film with a baseball setting to be known there.

    Of course, it was about much more than baseball.