Sourire furtif mais festif

« You gotta walk that mile Honeychild
You gotta walk that mile Honeychild
Well I’ll show you what is hip
As we walk down Leeson strip & I’ll do it for the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile… »

The Pogues – The ghost of a smile – 1990 (Hell’s Ditch)

Nef traditionnelle

« On the fourth of july, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in new york
’twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover… »

The Dubliners and The Pogues – Irish Rover – 1987 (The best of The Pogues)