Update: Originally heard group call this song "Who are you my pretty fair maiden" but the title has now been corrected to "As I roved out" Poitin playing on St. Patrick's Day in Old Town Square in Prague 2008. It was at the Easter market, hence the Easter decorations. Later in the show, the singer said their CD was on sale for 300 Kc. Someone yelled from the crowd "Rip off!" The singer laughed and said it was true but they tried.

"Poitín" (1977) was the first feature film to be made entirely in the Irish language (Gaelic). It was also the first recipient of a film script grant from the Arts Council of Ireland. Other works from Bob Quinn, and his production company Cinegael, include Atlantean, Budawanny and Lament for Arthur O'Leary. Visit Bob's website for DVD ordering and more info on his works, www.conamara.org.

Song about the Birmingham six sung by poitin.

The Last video about drink. Poitin the white Whiskey made in the mountains. Taken from a live gig in Kerry.

"Poitín" (1977) was the first feature film to be made entirely in the Irish language. It was also the first recipient of a film script ... all » grant from the Arts Council of Ireland. Starring Cyril Cusack, Niall Toibin and Donal McCann, the film was written, directed and edited by Bob Quinn, and shot by Seamus Deasy. For more information about this and other works of Bob Quinn and Cinegael, visit www.conamara.org.

Poitin live at the Andel Music Bar, Pilsen. January 2007

The broad black brimmer sung by poitin live in Belfast.

12/21/07 @ Dempsey's Irish Pub in Fargo N.D.

St. Patrick's Day 2007 at An Poitin Stil in Timonium, MD

Armoured cars tanks & guns sung by Poitin live in Belfast

Clononeen Poitin at liberty in Ireland before being imported to the US.

This is a promotional documentary I shot for Current TV. Featuring Open Mic Night at An Poitin Stil on York Road in Timonium, MD. Hosted by Ernie Fowler, and frequented by many.

Irish band Poitin sing Spancil hill

Poitin Live at the Andel Music Bar, Pilsen in January 2007

Colleghi ed ex colleghi dopo qualche birra...

1 drunk night in Fiona house

they know who he is on their own

paddy's day

another one from the Angel in Pilsen- hope you like it!

Here's a great video from the Ernie Fowler Complex, documenting our time in the studio, as well as our fun at An Poitin Stil's St. Patrick's Day Festival!

An Irish folk song that I love singing and the first version of this on YT? I upload this as a promise to Antonio (aka, bentonio07), another one of my favourite musicians on YouTube - a man that makes me jealous each and every time I watch his wonderful videos- http://www.youtube.com/user/bentonio07 I am a roving hackler lad who loves the shamrock shore me name is Pat McDonnell and me age is 84 beloved and well respected by my neighbours one and all on Saint Patrick's Day, I love to stray round Lavey and Grouse Hall When I was young I danced and sung and drank good whiskey too each sibín shop that sold a drop of the real old mountain dew with the poitin stil on every hill the peelers had no call round sweet Stradone I am well known round Lavey and Grouse Hall I rambled round from town to town for hackling was my trade none can deny, I think that I an honest living made wheree'er I'd stay, by night or day, the youth would always call to have some crack with Paddy-Jack, the hackler from Grouse Hall I think it's strange how times have changed so very much of late coercion now is all the row and peelers on their bate to take a glass is now alas the greatest crime of all since Balfour placed that hungry beast, the sergeant of Grouse Hall The busy tool of castle rule, he travels night and day he'd seize a goat just by the throat for want of better prey the nasty skunk he'd swear your drunk though you took none at all there is no peace about the place since he came to Grouse Hall T'was on pretence of this offence that he dragged me off to jail alone to dwell in a cold cell, my fate for to bewail my hoary head on a plank bed such wrongs for vengeance call he'll rue the day he dragged away the hackler from Grouse Hall He haunts the league just like a plague and shame for to relate the priest can't be on Sunday, for the mass to celebrate it's there he'll kneel incased in steel prepared on duty's call for to assail and drag to jail our clergy from Grouse Hall Down into hell he's run pell mell to hunt for poitin there and won't he loath to swear an oath t'was found in Killaker he'll search your bed from foot to head sheets blanket tick and all your wife undressed must leave the nest for Jemmy of Grouse Hall He fixed a plan for one poor man who had a handsome wife to take away without delay her liberty and life he'd swear quite plain that she's insane and got no sense at all as he has done of late with one convenient to Grouse Hall Thank God the day's not far away when home rule will be seen and brave Parnell at home will dwell and shine in College Green our Policemen will all be then our nation's choice and all old Balfour's pack will get the sack and banished from Grouse Hall Let old and young clean out their lungs and sing this little song come join with me and let them see you all resent the wrong and while I live I'll always give a prayer for his downfall and when I die, I don't deny, I'll haunt him from Grouse Hall A folk cover by Kevin Dardis

Leo rides his motorbike after half gallon of Poitin through streets of Hevisande.

GTA IV-Crash Movie. Music by: Luke Kelly and the Dubliners. First song is Rare old mountain Dew, second song: Song for Ireland Rare old mountain dew: Lyrics: Something you should know about Rare Old Mountain Dew Lyrics Title: Dubliners - Rare Old Mountain Dew lyrics Artist: Dubliners Lyrics Visitors: 123 visitors have hited Rare Old Mountain Dew Lyrics since May 27, 2008. Print: Dubliners - Rare Old Mountain Dew Lyrics print version i Send "Rare Old Mountain Dew" Ringtone to your Cell Phone Let grasses and waters flow in a free and easy way, But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay, Come policemen all from Donegal,Sligo and Leitrim too, Oh, we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip Of the rare old Mountain Dew Chorus Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, Where the smoke curls up to the sky, By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell That there's poitin brewin nearby. For it fills the air with a perfume rare, And betwixt both me and you, As home we troll, we can take a bowl, Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew Chorus Now learned men who use the pen, Have sung the praises high Of the rare poitin from Ireland green, Distilled from wheat and rye. Put away with your pills, it'll cure all ills, Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew, So take off your coat and grease your throat With a bucket of the Mountain Dew. Song For Ireland: Lyrics: Walking all the day near tall towers where falcons build their nests Silver wings they fly, They know the call for freedom in their breasts, Saw Black Head against the sky Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea Living on your western shore, Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more, I stood by your Atlantic Sea, And i sang a song for Ireland Drinking all the day, In old pubs where fiddlers love to play, Saw one touch the bow, He played a reel that seamed so grand and gay, I stood on dingle beach and cast, In wild foam for Atlantic bass, Living on your western shore, Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, I stood by your Atlantic Sea, And sang a song for Ireland Talking all the day, With true friends who try to make you stay, Telling jokes and news, Singing songs to while the time away, Watched the galway salmon run, Like silver dancing, darting in the sun, living on your western shore, Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, I stood by your Atlantic Sea, And i sang a song for Ireland Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no-one had to fight, Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light, sleeping where the falcons fly, They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky, Living on your western shore, Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, I stood by your Atlantic sea, And I sang a song for Ireland

Please vote for BalconyTV in the Viral Video Category of the 2008 Webby Awards by going to - http://pv.webbyawards.com Register-Film and Video-Viral-BALCONYTV!!! BALCONYTV.COM 19/04/2008 PRESENTED BY PAULINE FREEMAN Risen from the ashes of the Shrule-Caherlistrane war of a thousand years, these border foxes have created the new breed of rock metal by which lesser mortals shall be judged. Compromising of Steven Monaghan (Vox/Guitars), Donal "Blob" Gibbons (Vox), Fiachra Cradock (Guitars), Dave Donoghue (Bass) and Eimhin Cradock (Drums), This Nachez, who run their poitin distillery and record their music in Headford, are the rock outfit to keep your eye on this year. Forged and formed through their common love of Jameson whiskey and syncopated time signatures and cemented with their common ground appreciation of influences such as Led Zeppelin, Rage Against The Machine, System Of A Down, Pantera and Muse, this band of heedful outlaws are setting tongues a wagging with their spanking live shows and early demos. Their sound, which they describe as organically farmed hardcore rock, is driven by the rhythm and riffs of the Cradock brothers and the band's politically charged lyrics, which tackle topics ranging from Ken Saro-Wiwa, the Nigerian political activist, to the effects of the Bush administration on the world. They are not all serious issues and politics as a listen to some of their other tracks will testify to, but whatever the subject, expect This Nachez to deliver it with vigorous aplomb. Currently recording tracks for their upcoming album in their studio, the band still finds time to play gigs around Galway and further afield, with shows in The Village and Radio City Music in Dublin planned for the upcoming weeks. Having recently whipped crowds in Campbell's Tavern and The Cellar Bar in Galway into a sweaty, rock-out-with-your-cock-out frenzy, This Nachez are a live act setting venues alight with their pyromaniacal tendencies and petrol canisters. http://www.myspace.com/thisnachez Tune in again tomorrow!!!

Christy sings this one from the "Prosperous" album