Today's Reason To Drink

A Manhattan pub is banning the song "Danny Boy" for the month of March. Check out the story here.

I'm going to agree with this decision. Have you listened to the song? It's depressing. And it was written by an Englishman who never even went to Ireland. So I'm hereby banning it from being played in Louisville this month, especially next week, when St. Patty's activities shift into full gear. Can I get someone to second this declaration?

Here are the lyrics if you're curious:

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.