Hi,

bist du bf-gängern begegnet?

ne, natürlich nicht. Wobei das eigentlich bei solchen Konzerten gar nicht so ungewöhnlich ist.

Und BecHern, ja bechern können wir Norddeutschen*zwinker*;

verhaltenes Publikum, nu, hast du wenigstens Stimmung gemacht à la Schuhplattler?

na, ausgetobt habe ich mich nicht. Das mache ich nur, wenn andere das auch tun. War aber trotzdem nett.

St. Patrick Day, aus Irland/Schottland, sind`s da net nackich unterm Rock bis an die Föös???

St. Patrick sind die Iren. Der Nationalheilige von Schottland ist St. Andreas. Das mit dem Kilt musst du selbst nachschauen

Viele Grüße, Ralf

Star of the County Down
(irisches Traditional)
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down
One morning last July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there

Refr.: From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down

As she onward sped sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare
And I says, says I, to a passer-by
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and he says says he
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the Star of the County Down."

Refr.

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut-brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns a rust coloured brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down

Refr.