... and it did on the first night of the 2009 Boyle singers' session. There was even a shower of snow during the evening, but the singers were cosy at the fireside while it did.
Some snatches of song heard:
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low;
I’d feel no cold from the frost or snow
If I only had my Sally-O,
Where the wild birds sing on the mountain.
And the even more romantic:
When I was a young apprentice and less than compos mentis
I took leave of all my senses, with a maid I fell in love.
Her ringlets so entwined me, Aphrodite's smile did blind me
Cupid's arrow struck behind me, and her father owned a pub.
Tra-la ... terrible story of betrayal follows; marriage, to a scimitar wielding-Turk by her, sprints, to avoid being at the receiving end of same curly knife for him, and conclusion:
For there's many things worth trying for and occasionally worth lying for
But there's bugger-all worth dying for, so I'll stick to the single life.
Here's where Andy M. Stewart comes to the same conclusion for the same reason:
See you in February.
