I remember that as a kid, my dad would sing "The Frozen Logger" with severe gusto, and would shake the windows by joining in with any Clancy Brothers chorus that was playing. Heck, I practically have to restrain him now when someone launches into "Holy Ground". ("Fine girl you are!")

Reading through some of the responses above, I'm even more attuned to how lucky I am. Both he and my mum are still around (thank God) and enjoy the fact I'm singing the music they played to us when we were kids.

Peter