As a minor collector of Irish folk, I guess I can hear it every day - but there is nothing quite like hearing a bar full of tipsy Irish (both of native birth and of descent) trying to sing "Rattlin' Bog", "Johnny McAldoo" "Holy Ground" or "Half Pint" at the top of their lungs! It's enough to bring tears to your eyes, from laughter, joy, amazement and often pain (from the screeching voices)